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He didn’t have to say anything else for me to understand what he was getting at.

Rook wouldn’t care.

The energy in the room turned heavy, and I swiped the back of my hand across my cheeks to angrily wipe my tears. “I’ll kill him.”

It wouldn’t be the first person I killed, though he’d certainly be the first intentional murder.

Movement at the edge of my vision had me dropping my attention back to Mal’s cock.

It was not only still hard, but it twitched and bobbed with excitement. The veins strained against the velvety flesh, vascular, virile and leaking even more pre-cum than before.

Oh.

I hiked a brow at him, my tears drying in an instant as I glimpsed his manic smile beneath his mask.

“Erotophonophile much?” It was the official term for people with a lust for murder.

He cackled, and his cock bobbed with the movement, as if it were also laughing. “Do I get off on murder? Not really. But it’s hot as fuck hearing you talk about it.”

I couldn’t fault him there.

My mind wandered for a second, imagining that moment when my father had choked on his own vomit.

I didn’t regret standing there and doing nothing. In fact, many times I’d caught myself wishing it had happened sooner. An even better scenario would have been if a dark knight had crawled through my window, seen my bruises, and killed my dad as punishment for failing to protect and love me? The notion was appealing. As I turned the twisted fantasy over in my head, I realized I found it more than appealing.

It turned me on, too.

And it was in that moment that I realized I was completely and unequivocally fucked for this man. It didn't matter to me that he was my patient, or that he might be a monster or a madman.

He was the only thing that made my mind go quiet. That’s why I didn’t need the pills. He chased away my demons, he filled my nightmares so that no other monsters dare approach. He made the twisted parts of me feel normal.

Without another word, I stopped fighting against the invisible tether pulling me toward Mal and took him in my mouth.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Mal

The hour wasn’t enough. As my doctor took my cock inside her mouth, I swore under my breath—both from the pleasure and the frustration of not making it two hours. Not that that would satisfy me either. I could ask for her to be mine for an eternity, and it wouldn’t be enough.

Tuesday was as close to heaven as a filthy sinner like me could get. I’d be damned all over again if I didn’t milk every last drop of bliss I could from her beautiful body.

It had been so long since a woman had touched me like this that I couldn’t recall it.

And still, it couldn’t have been anything like this. How could I forget anything like this? Like her? Even if I went completely crazy, if the torture fried my brain and left me little more than a drooling vegetable, I’d still recall Dr. Beckett on her knees with my cock in her mouth, looking up at me like I was worth her precious attention.

Her tongue lathed around my shaft and traced my veins.

Mapping me out. Memorizing me.

I’d figured she’d be repelled by the large, treatment-engorged veins. I should have known better. I’d had suspicions about her the first time we met, and our conjoined dream in the surgery ward confirmed it.

She was articulate, methodical, fierce. And a complete freak in the sack.

My Little Nightmare hid behind a mask of propriety and professionalism, but the longer she spent here, spent with me, the more it crumbled.

I saw the real woman she kept hidden from everyone else. Even herself. Underneath the lab coat and the fancy degree was a broken girl in need of someone to love all her shattered pieces, sharp edges and all.

And I was just the asshole for the job.