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What was I doing?

I’d never raised my hand to a woman before.

She looked scared at first, and I liked it a little too much.

But then something shifted.

An excited gleam entered her eyes, and she stepped closer.

“Is that what you’re into, Doctor? Hurting women?”

When she spoke, the innocence was gone.

“I’ll let you hurt me.”

“She’s a slut,”Mother’s voice whispered in my ear.“A filthy whore.”

“What do you like, Doctor? Do you want to slap me? Cut me? Take a knife to my skin and make me bleed? Oh, baby . . .” She glided her hand over my hard length through my pants. “I’ll bleed for you. And because you’re such a good boy, I’ll let you do very, very bad things to me.”

“Don’t listen to her. She’s the Devil, and she wants you to forsake your Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.”

“I want to hurt you,” I replied, ignoring Mother’s warning and fingering a lock of her blonde hair.

I had always liked her hair. It was shiny and clean and smelled nice.

“I want to hurt you real bad.”

My cock was rock hard now, harder than it had ever been, and all I could think about was all the ways I could make Anna scream.

A smile touched her lips before she leaned in and licked me from my collarbone, across my jaw, and over the curve of my chin.

“Wait for me after work,” she said, biting me.

My glasses were askew as she sauntered off, hips swaying seductively. I reached up and straightened them.

Anna disappeared into a room farther down the hallway, tossing me a wink.

A throat cleared behind me. I turned to find one of the other nurses watching me, arms crossed, brow raised.

She walked past with a huff, oozing judgment like every other woman.

“Pig,” she muttered under her breath.

I clenched my jaw.

Nurse Claire. Middle-aged. Short purple hair. A matching stud in her ear. Smoke lines carved around her lips from too many cigarette breaks. Worst of all, a small flower tattoo behind her ear.

Where did we find these people?

I straightened my tie and headed back to my office, sneering at her retreating back.

Fucking cunt.

Mother would never know what I was thinking.

Cunt.

Cunt.