Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“We fight for superiority, only on a mass scale with weapons of grand destruction. Hunt for meat, but our prey is locked in a tiny cage and can’t fight back. Live in packs, ruled by an alpha with only his best interests in mind,” he says. “See, society has a way of making you believe that you’re bad for doing what’s normal. A silverback gorilla kills an oppressive alpha; it’s just nature being brutal. If we do it? It’s a crime and revolt. Ever wonder why that is?”
“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” I’m trying to be sneaky with how I extract information.
“Because we’re on the bottom of the food chain, and the fat cats who run this world tell us how to live. We fight, we hunt, we live in packs. Each step is dictated by someone in charge. And the worst part about it…” He pauses while the sharp tip of his tongue glides over his lower lip. “They even want to control how we fuck.”
Oh God, here it comes again.
“They want you to believe sex is a holy act. Spreading my seed is a sin unless God consents to it.” A delighted sigh rolls through his chest. “But my ancestors didn’t have restrictions on where they shoved their cocks. Any dripping hole was one worth impregnating.”
Victor yanks his arms, but they don’t move far with his hands in cuffs, secured to a metal hoop under my desk.
“And if you uncuff me, Doc, I’ll show you just how great shunning their laws can be.” He shakes his hands and rattles his chain.
And now, I’m sitting in soaked panties, with rosy cheeks, and some twisted, perverted side of me actually wants to entertain this crazy idea.
I can see why so many psychiatrists have opted out of working with Victor Cullen. He’s clever, has a silver tongue, and knows how to prey on a person’s emotions.
But I’m no quitter. Or maybe I’m crazy. But I’ll get to the bottom of this rabbit hole.
2
VICTOR
I’m in her head. Now, I need to get in her pants.
Sedona Quinn is flawless. Waves of platinum hair run down her elegant shoulders. Smokey blue eyes border on silver, and I’d stare into them for eternity if my words didn’t make her turn away with blushing cheeks. And her body. Everything I’ve said is true. Mountainous tits stress the resilience of her blouse’s buttons. Her thin waist curves into wide, child-bearing hips and a shapely ass.
She’s stunning. She’s perfection.
She’s mine.
“Uncuff you? You’re asking for a lot of trust when you won’t even answer a few simple questions,” Sedona says with false confidence. Her soft voice hits a note in my brain and makes my dick twitch.
The looseness of my inmate overalls is starting to piss me off. If they were a little tighter, she’d see the reaction she has on all eight rock-hard inches of my cock.
“If answers will get me closer to you, I’ll give them. Just remember, Doc, I don’t spare the details for myself. I do it to spare your innocence.” I’m sure she won’t undo my handcuffs even if I spill my soul. But it might allow me to stay in this office and salivate over her a while longer.
“We’ll have to see if that’s true, won’t we?” She opens her desk drawer, pulls out a ring of keys, and drops it in front of me. They’re within my reach, but I don’t go for them. A test, perhaps? “I’m going to ask you three questions, and you’re going to answer them. I’ll give you freedom, but only if I’m satisfied. Do you understand?”
I don’t make a move for the keys, though I could. If it is a test, I’m going to pass. I’ll show her what she wants to see. I’m trustworthy. Loyal. When I make a promise, I keep it.
“I understand.” I rest my hands on my knees.
“You don’t seem all bad.” I have to remember she thinks I’m crazy. They all do. It’s why I’m in Alcatraz Asylum instead of a maximum-security prison. “Why am I your sixth psychiatrist?”
I feel a smile clawing at the corner of my lips, but I block it. One slipped past already, and I don’t want to give too much away yet.
“The truth is a hard pill to swallow,” I say. “The very thing you’re begging for is the reason they ran. But something tells me you’ll be begging for a lot more than answers in a few minutes.”
She smirks but buries her face in the book again to avoid showing me the rest of her reaction. A labored breath? Bright red cheeks? Lusty eyes imagining my cock splitting her in half? I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.
“And what were you honest about?” Her eyes meet mine, and my heart smashes against my rib cage in fast, hard pumps.