Page 7 of The Bad Man

“Nothing Olivia couldn’t handle.” I swing my feet over the side of the bed but stay seated. With how short Mia is and how tall I am, in this position we’re almost eye to eye.

“She’s an old-school nurse. I like her,” Mia says casually.

“What else do you like?” I ask as I reach behind my neck and grab the back of my shirt. I pull it off slowly and watch her reaction. I’m pleased to see that she takes her time appreciating the view.

She clears her throat and reaches for the blood pressure cuff. “Books and, um, movies.”

“Anything I’d know?” I hold out my arm, and she slides the cuff up to my bicep.

“Probably not.” When her cheeks flush, I’m even more curious.

“Tell me,” I say, and her eyes meet mine. It’s not polite of me to demand an answer, but I love that she responds to it.

“I like romances.” I wait for her to go on, and she bites her bottom lip. Then she names a few titles, and I’m surprised that I know most of them.

“Would people really consider Dracula a romance?”

“I think so.” She smiles at me and turns on the machine. “What do you like to read? Other than scary books.”

“Anything that makes me forget this place,” I answer honestly.

“You’ve been here a long time.” I nod, and then she looks like she wants to say more.

“Yes I have.” I cock my head to the side as she pulls out her stethoscope. “I’m sure you saw that it’s not on my chart why I’m here.”

When she nods, I know I’ve guessed correctly what she’s curious about. “There are a lot of notes on treatment plans they’ve tried. But that’s about it.”

She brings the stethoscope to my bare chest and presses it over my heart. When she’s this close, I can feel my carefully constructed control begin to dissolve.

“Do you want to know the real reason I'm here?” Her eyes snap up to meet mine, and I lean in close. So close that our lips are almost touching. “I saw things I shouldn’t have.”

“What kinds of things?” she whispers, and I can feel her breath against my mouth. Her eyes are hooded, and I can practically taste her desire.

“Dark things.” Slowly, I reach up and gently put my hand around her neck. “The kinds of things I want to do to you.”

Her pupils dilate, and I can feel her heartbeat racing under my touch. Can she hear mine through the stethoscope? When her tongue comes out to lick her lips, I close the distance between us and press my mouth against hers. She doesn't seem shocked by my possession as I demand entrance to taste her. In fact, she eagerly opens for me and lets me take what I want. But my fingers have a mind of their own, and I squeeze ever so slightly as we kiss.

The way she gives herself to me is better than any drug in this asylum, and I’m intoxicated with the power. When I lick her tongue, she does the same, and when I hold her neck tighter, she whimpers with need.

“Look how pretty you are with my hand as a necklace.” I bite her bottom lip, and her body melts against mine.

My free hand tugs on the front of her pretty yellow scrubs until her pants open. I’m not slow or gentle as I shove her wet panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her slick cunt. She’s drenched, and the feel of how wet she is makes me grunt with hunger.

I’ve got one hand on her neck and the other finger fucking her pussy while her eyes stay locked on me. I use my fingers how I’d use my cock, and I take and take and take until she’s coming apart. Her mouth opens, but she’s such a good girl and stays silent as the climax hits her like a freight train.

The feel of her creaming my fingers while I’ve got her life in my hands makes me feel like a god. I don’t want this moment to ever end, but there’s not a lock on my door, and we’re far from alone.

I take my time releasing her neck as I pull my fingers from her slippery slit. She watches me with wide eyes as I bring them to my mouth and slowly run my tongue over each digit. I’m careful not to miss a single drop of her desire, and I hum in pleasure at the taste.

When I’m finished, she ties her scrubs and looks away in embarrassment. I grab her chin and wait for her eyes to meet mine. “You owe me.”

“I owe you?” Mia looks down at my lap, and I have no doubt my cock has soaked the front of my pants.

Unable to control myself, I kiss her once more before releasing her chin and reaching for her hair. She blinks in surprise as I untie the yellow ribbon and slide it under my pillow.

“Next time you’ll repay the kindness,” I tell her just before Alton walks in my room.

“There you are,” he says and grabs the medical cart. “You know an orderly has to be present during a physical.”