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“What about your decision to keep seeing me at the hospital even though I wasn’t even your patient?” I fire off the questions like bullets. “What about your decision to go on a date with me? What about your decision to come back to my house and sleep with me? To live with me, to drive my car and wear this ring as a promise of our future together!”
Her eyes are tearing up and she’s moving away from me toward the edge of the bed. But I keep coming, having this all pent up inside.
“You’re in gross violation of the medical standards for your profession as a result of failing to report the gunshot wounds you treated!”
Her face is twisted with bitter anger and fear. “I did it all for you and now you throw it back in my face!” She climbs off the bed and makes toward the bathroom. “You unbelievable asshole!”
I fly after her and shoulder the bathroom door open when she tries to shut it on me. “You did it for me? Why, Mads? Why’d you do it?” I shout.
“I thought you needed my help!” she screams back. “I thought you were in trouble, so I—”
“I needed your help?” A contemptuous laugh escapes me. “What were you thinking with? Your bleeding heart or your quivering cunt?”
I see the slap coming but let it land to fuel my rage. “Admit it,” I growl at her. “You wanted to fuck me. Maybe have a little fun with the bad boy until you got bored. Only you didn’t count on me falling for you!” I grab her by the shoulders. “Well, you’d better get used to playing your part, Mads, because you’re not going anywhere!”
“Let go of me!” She tries futilely to free herself of my grip, even pounds her fist against my chest. “I’m not one of your fucking goons, you don’t control me!” She’s working herself into a fit. “I swear, you force me to stay and you’d better sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life!”
That’s when I snapped.
Chapter 25 – No Way Out
I’veneverseenBashlike this. His sapphire eyes are ablaze, his beautiful features are contorted with rage and the need to control and dominate me as he does all who surround him. My own fire burns, both at him and myself for allowing myself to be trapped this way. He might as well have spelled it out. All along, the greatest threat to my career wasn’t the authorities or the hospital administration…it’s Bash. He’s the one holding all the cards.
I struggle madly against him, wanting to strike him again and again, but his iron grip renders me powerless in his arms. The silk nightie I’m wearing is twisted up, barely doing a thing to cover me.
He kicks the bathroom door shut and forces me back roughly against the vanity. “You’ll do as I say. Cross me and I’ll fucking end your career!”
“You won’t do shit if you’re bleeding out your carotid artery!”
The look on his face is both terrifying and priceless as he realizes he’s not the only one who can make threats.
“You crazy bitch!” he snarls, tearing my nightie off with one yank.
“Psychotic asshole, you don’t own me!” I fire back, though I’m stripped down to my panties as he towers over me, so close I’ve no room to maneuver.
He grabs me by the hair, forcing my head back exposing my neck and bare breasts. I’m breathing hard, my hands scramble to find anything that I can use as a weapon. Seeing this, he grabs my wrists, clamping them in one large hand behind my back. With his free hand he rips my panties off leaving me naked before him.
His face is a mask of cold derision as he kicks my legs apart and presses himself against me. I feel the hardness of his erection and damn it if I’m not more aroused than I’ve ever been with him. I curse myself for wanting him, for wanting this so badly I gasp with my desire for it.
I turn away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the desire in my eyes. But he gets his proof when he slides his fingers down between my thighs and feels how wet I am.
A low rumble of desire courses through him in an ugly laugh. “I own you, admit it!” he says, grinding his hard cock against me.
“Fuck off!” I say, but my body has a mind of its own as my hips press forward in time with his.
“I will, but first you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
It’s my turn to laugh derisively. “Go back to your trashy Last Call girls if that’s what you want.”
“Why when I have a trashy doctor who gets wet just looking at me?” he says, maintaining a slow, steady grind against my clitoris while keeping my hands in a tight grip behind my back.
Damn he feels so fucking good. But I can’t let him have this. Not when he’s threatening my career. But he ups the ante, gripping a breast and taking the hard nipple into his hot mouth. He teases it with his tongue knowing how it drives me wild.
But my defiance remains. “You’re nothing special, Bash,” I gasp as he sucks harder. “Just a low life criminal with a big dick.”
He ceases movement and then looms up before me. The look in his eyes chills me to the bone. Have I gone too far? He wanted my surrender and all I’ve given him is my contempt.
In a flash, he whips me around and bends me over the vanity. Gripping the back of my neck, he holds me down, my face is pressed against the coolness of the granite vanity as he unfastens his pants. I feel his hot flesh against my backside. He kicks my legs wide apart forcing me into a position of complete submission before him. I’m simultaneously enraged and wildly aroused by it.
