Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
When I pull out, I see there’s a pink tinge on the end of my cock from where I popped her cherry. I didn’t go inside of her that far, but my cock is big, and she’s still learning how to take it. I run my finger over the tip then bring it to my mouth. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment as I taste her virginity and grunt appreciatively. I knew all of her dirty talk was a game. I just proved that.
I’m wild with lust and possession as I pull her to me and then press my lips to hers. She kisses me back, and when I feel her tongue against mine, it sends a hot shiver of need down my spine. This insane hunger has me thinking of ways to get her out of here. Maybe I can forge documents to have her transferred to a fake hospital.
All I can think about is taking her home with me so she can ride my cock until the end of time. And that’s when there’s a knock at the door.
Chapter Seven
KARMEN
When I hear the knock at the door, my heart sinks. In all my teasing with Dr. Rourk, I never gave any real thought to what would happen if we did something and he was caught. If he gets fired, I’ll never see him again.
My eyes start to fill with tears because that's the last thing I want to happen. I'm already attached to him, and it’s probably in the most unhealthy kind of way. Too bad I don't care. I have never been good at doing the things people expect me to do. At least, that's what my mother has always said.
“It’s okay,” he whispers ever so gently against my mouth. It's like he's trying to soothe a spooked animal. “Be a good girl and put your pants on for me.”
Dr. Rourk stands and then quickly fixes his clothes. “Give me a second. I’m with a patient,” he calls out when the person on the other side of the door knocks again.
I don’t like being called his patient, but I guess that’s exactly what I am. Although it’s confusing because when I stand up to tie my pants, I feel his cum run down my thighs. Pretty sure I’m more than a patient now.
“Sit,” he orders, and my body obeys without hesitation.
I was trying to have some control over him, but in the end, Dr. Rourk won that battle.
He grabs a tissue out of the box on his desk and hands it to me before he opens the door. All the air in my lungs freezes when I see a uniformed police officer standing there. Beside them is a woman in a suit, and there’s a badge clipped to her belt. One of the Bellevue staff members is behind the both of them, and they’re all waiting.
“What is going on? I’m with a patient.” Dr. Rourk makes his irritation clear.
“This is actually about Ms. Phillips, Dr. Rourk,” the Bellevue staff member says.
Oh god, we’re totally busted.
“What about her?” Dr. Rourk folds his arms over his chest. I'm almost sure he's preparing to stand up for me.
“It’s about the incident that happened at St. Paul's Academy,” the female detective says, and I sink back into my chair. That isn’t something I want to talk about.
Dr. Rourk glances at me, but I don’t meet his eyes.
“Don’t I need a lawyer or something’?” Maybe that will get me out of having to talk to her.
“You can have one, but you already took responsibility for stabbing Headmaster Andrew. I don’t think my questions can make it any worse.”
That’s where the detective is very wrong. I might not get in more trouble, but it cuts deep when no one believes you.
“Give us a second.” Dr. Rourk doesn’t give them a chance to respond before shutting the door in their faces. I can’t help but smirk at that. “Hey.” He drops down in front of me and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “He gave you a reason to stab him, didn’t he?” My breath hitches, and hope blooms in my chest.
“Would you believe me if that’s what I said happened?”
“If that’s what you tell me happened, then I believe you.” The tears I was getting under control sting my eyes a second time.
"Do you think I might have provoked him into doing something?" He might not be aware of this, but I'm not flirtatious with anyone other than him. Dr. Rourk has been the exception since the moment we met.
“No.” He shakes his head. "But if you did, it wouldn't really matter. He’s the one with the authority and power over you. Anything that happened would be on him. Not you.”
“So what we did today in here—” I lick my lips. “That’s all your fault?”