Slipping up to her side, I whispered, “You’re supposed to run, otherwise it’s no fun.”
Surprisingly, she didn’t flinch in alarm. Instead, she leant closer, wisps of her fragrant hair skating over my face. “Maybe I wanted to be caught.”
Fuck. That voice alone ignited a live wire through my nervous system.
I circled her. “Why’d you come here, Doctor? Why’d you lower yourself into this cesspit filled with sinners and degenerates?”
“What if I said I came for you?” Her voice was calm, inviting.
“Of course you did. They always do,” I halted at her back. “What do you want from me?”
“Accept my request and you’ll find out.”
The air stirred and she was already gone, disappearing amongst the moving shadows that danced along the walls.
I didn’t have to wait long, her request for assessment arriving soon after, as if I were a dog waiting to be called by my master. She’ll soon learn who the fucking alpha is around here.
Fern and one of his faceless henchmen escorted me to her office. As I entered, Dr Chaser stood from her desk, raising a hand in silent command, eyes fixed firmly on the men behind me.
Fern paused mid-step, halting at the entrance. “Doctor, I implore that we attend this session. For your safety.”
She didn’t even deem him with a reply, instead shutting the door directly in his face. I snickered. Fern was a brute who thrived on authority. He wouldn’t let that go lightly.
Sweeping back to her desk with refined poise, her long hair fluttered behind as if she had her own damn breeze. Countless shades of natural browns reflected a glossy sheen with each angle that she bent her slender, breakable neck.
Dr Chaser was either a naïve bitch with no life preservation, or she was that fucking stupid to think there was no danger in entering the lair of a starved hunter.
I flipped the heavy chair to sit backwards, using the back as an armrest, lighting a cigarette.
Dr Chaser sat behind her desk, her stare slowly tracking over my form until her brass amber eyes locked on mine. Her mask was impassive, cold and infuriatingly unreadable.
Frustrated, I exhaled smoke straight into her face before rolling my mouth into a sneer. I swear her eyes flared with anticipation, lips twitching slightly at the corners.
Game on, bitch.
Dr Chaser removed her lab coat and jacket, remaining in a short-sleeved dress shirt. I greedily traced the multicoloured tattoos riddled up her exposed arms, some peeking out of her collar. The imagery was drawn with such meticulous precision. I was impressed.
Her actions and manner of dress were hardly wanton, however my brain and body didn’t seem to care, reacting all the same. A fiery ache of hunger festered in my gut and when I thought how fucking ridiculous my reaction was, I caught a flash of passion hidden in the recesses of her reflective pools.
My mouth stretched into a wide, shark grin. “Is this your form of treatment, Doctor? To seduce me into submission? Well, how bout we both get some therapy and strip your panties off next?”
She ignored me completely, preferring to bait me instead.
“Everyone thinks you’ve lost the plot. That you're dim-witted and have nothing of substance up here,” she said, tapping a finger on her temple. “But that’s not it, huh, Psycho? There’s more to you, much more.”
I arched a brow at her forward approach. She really did have a fucking death wish. I didn’t like the way she was examining me, as if she could dig past my bullshit, to burrow down into my very core.
I stubbed my cigarette in the ashtray aggressively.
Her head tilted, unperturbed. “You have quite the reputation. I believe in the last ten months, you’ve made no headway with your sentence. Are you fully aware that if you work with us and show signs of rehabilitation, you may be able to re-enter the world again?”
I focused on my fists that rested atop my thighs, if only to prevent them from pounding into her flesh until she was soft, malleable, complete mush.
Dr Chaser stood abruptly, shuffling the two papers that were on her desk (which were fucking blank, I might add). “I won’t waste my time on an unwilling participant.” My teeth ground together as she stared down at me like some almighty fucking saint. “If you do not comply, you will be locked in this shithole forever.”
Sauntering towards the door, her clicking heels mocked me with every step—until my unfiltered wrath spilled over my non-existent threshold.
I lunged, tugging on her loose strands, and slammed her face-first into the wall. Her body jarred from the impact, the vibration ricocheting back into me, her head turned and hair in disarray as she took large, gulping breaths.
Leaning down, I murmured against her ear. “Baby, let me make this loud and clear, ‘cause you obviously didn’t read enough in that file about me. You do not come into my domain and tell me what the fuck has to be done. This is my house, and I’m at the motherfucking top of the food chain. Now, you either tell me why you’re really here and what you want from me, or get the fuck out before you become my next meal.”
She gave a cocky smirk, as if the idea of being my prey wasn’t something she was averse to. I believed I’d misheard when a quiet groan escaped her lips, until her ass pushed back against my rock-hard dick.
I was more than willing to corrupt her flawless soul, blemish her perfect shining beacon of hope and smudge her innocence with my filth.
“Hmm. The Doctor likes the bad boys, huh? Well, if it’s a dirty fuck with a killer you're looking for, babe, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
I loosened a long breath, my lips skimming across her jawline, ready to steal a taste, when a hard elbow pounded into my ribs, sending my lungs heaving.
Before I could react, her tiny form slipped out from beneath me. She twisted in some elaborate formation, toppled my bulk off-balance and slammed my back against the wall, a switchblade digging into my throat for good measure.
A slight bruise was forming on her cheekbone, her hair deranged as I’d ripped out a good chunk in the process. My eyes lasered in on her mouth as she licked a minor cut on her bottom lip.
I thirsted to sink my teeth into her wounded flesh. She was the sexiest being I’d ever encountered—I’d ever felt—with her rounded breasts pushed up against my chest.
