Secret Number 2
Scarlett
Once he leaves I compose myself as best as I can, feeling Kellin's eyes following my every move as I walked to my desk. I sit and he clears his throat, grabbing my attention. When I look at him, he's staring at me, his brown eyes holding so much intrigue. He smirks, subtly rubbing his hand against his upper thigh, his eyes dipping in that direction.
"Don't make me tell you twice, Scarlett," Kellin sternly warns, the bite in his tone making my panties wet.
I get up, smoothing out my skirt, walking on weak legs from the sex Hunter and I just had. I slowly walked over to him, knowing what he likes, my eyes tracing over all the Greek inspired tattoos covering his body, even the ones traveling up hisneck. Kellin is another patient of mine who's about to get out of prison, and just in time for another part of my plan to come into play. He's a computer fucking genius—one of the best hackers there is. And because he's one of the best, he'll now be working undercover for the government when they need his expertise.
But he's mine first and foremost. They just don't know it.
"You fucked him, didn't you?" Kell growls as I sit on his lap, his hands roughly grabbing my waist and sliding me over to the front.
His hand slides up my skirt and impatiently pushes my soaked underwear to the side, sliding two tattooed fingers inside me and pressing the pad of his thumb against my clit, using his other hand on my hip to hold me in place.
"I did, yes," I moan, grinding against his lap, and desperately pushing against his hand, chasing the incredible feeling.
"Bad doctor," he snarled into my ear, reaching between our bodies.
He pulls his dick out and pushes me forward, lining his head up with my entrance. With his hand around my throat and his thumb still rubbing my clit, he slams me down on his dick brutally.
"Very bad," I murmur, riding out the high as I grind against his hand with him inside me.
"Fuck me then," he demands, snaking his hand in my hair and tugging on a clump.
I felt a rush of excitement flood through me as I struggled to maintain my composure under his demanding gaze. The air in the room thickened with lust, the remnants of my earlier high with Hunter still coursing through my veins, but now igniting something darker within me.
As I sank down onto Kellin's thick, pierced, and tatted cock, the waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. My heart hammered in my chest, a dangerous thrill rushing through my bloodstream asI began to rock back and forth, drawing him deeper inside. His grip on my throat tightened slightly, just enough to elicit a gasp from my lips, a delightful mix of pain and pleasure that made my body arch instinctively toward him.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growled, a predatory gleam lighting his eyes as I surrendered to the rhythm, feeling the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive spot just right as his piercings slid against my walls with an intense vibration.
Each thrust carried me deeper into a state of bliss; I was spiraling between two worlds—the thrill of danger with Hunter, and the raw hunger that Kellin commanded.
“Oh God, Kellin,” I moaned, urging my hips to move in sync with him as I felt him filling me completely. “You feel so good…”
“Good girls call out for God. Bad girls like you call out for me,” he taunted, smirking as I bit my lip, trying to fight back the mounting pleasure, savouring the wickedness of the situation.
The thought of getting caught, of being pinned between two of my most beguiling patients—exploring uncharted territories—I couldn't help but revel in it, and to think they weren't the only ones.
“Now I want you to let go. Come all over me.” His voice was a low thrust of desire that sent shivers down my spine.
The primal need in his gaze danced with mine, a dangerous game that only fueled the fire between us. I could feel him growing bigger inside me, and it only pushed me closer to the edge.
“Don’t make me fucking wait,” Kellin growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that made me cry out.
The sound bounced off the walls, enveloping us in an illicit symphony of ragged breathing and damp skin. My body was on fucking fire, raw with lust and aching for more. The world outside faded into a distant fog, and the office shrank to the confines of our forbidden exchange.
“Tell me, Scarlett, how bad do you fucking want it?” His voice was a seductive whisper as he thrust deeper, pushing me even closer to the brink, his fingers pinching and flicking my clit to drive me even crazier.
“So fucking bad,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. “Kell… don’t stop. I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Good,” he grunted, his fingers tightening around my throat, his pace quickening as the friction between us heightened.
It was forbidden chaos, a melding of desires and carnal cravings. I felt myself spiraling; the world spun faster as I rode him, gasping for breath, teetering on the brink of ecstasy as life flashed before my eyes.
“Come for me, Scarlett,” Kellin commanded, the raw edge in his voice sparking the flames inside me. “I want to feel you fall apart right fucking now on my cock.”
With that, the tension in my core snapped like worn out rubberbands, sending spirals of electricity surging through my body. I cried out, my voice ringing out in the small confines of the office as pleasure washed over me in torrents. My body tightened around him, my pussy squeezing him tightly as I succumbed to the blissful release. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, drowning out all coherent thought.
