Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Jamison.” My name is a prayer on her lips.
“I’m always going to fuck you raw, angel,” I tell her right before I start to cum.
My release triggers her own orgasm, and I can feel her milking me and taking my cum deeper. She’s squeezing out every drop as I bend down and kiss her lips. The gentleness of the kiss is a stark contrast to what I’ve just done to her, but I hope she can understand the meaning.
However impossible, I’ve fallen in love with Mia.
Chapter Eleven
MIA
It’s been a long time since I felt anything. I hadn't realized that I’d been going through the motions since I lost my grandma. She was the only family tie I had left, and since then, I’ve only been existing. I didn’t know that I’d made myself numb by avoiding attachments. Jamison has destroyed that, and suddenly I’m feeling everything. It’s overwhelming to the point that it feels like I might not survive it.
There’s still a dull ache between my legs even though it’s been two days. Two whole days since Jamison stole my virginity, and I’m beginning to wonder if the ache is from having him inside me or because I feel so empty without him there.
All I know is that I have to get back to him. Being off work and not seeing him every day is brutal, but then again, so is Jamison. When he ripped through my hymen, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I loved it.
I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder what that says about me. I never thought I would enjoy a bit of pain, but everything he did felt so right. Maybe it’s because Jamison could make it into something else. As improbable as it sounds, it felt like he was healing me.
Each time I said no and he took more, it sealed a crack deep inside my soul. His need to take all of me no matter what I told him was overwhelming. My protests fell on deaf ears, and I was Jamison’s to do with whatever he wanted. It wasn’t an exchange of power because he took all of mine, but I felt like he gave me something in return. Does that mean he belongs to me? Because it feels like I already belong to him.
The alarm on my phone goes off, and it shakes me from my thoughts. Turning it off, I grab my stuff and hurry out of the apartment. I’m beyond ready to see Jamison again.
When I get downstairs, I’m about to walk outside when I hear someone call my name. I turn to see Dr. Crane, and my stomach twists into a knot. The uneasy feeling I've had about him grows by the day. I can’t put my finger on why I’m creeped out by him. The only thing that’s really changed is finding that picture in the news article.
“Hi, Dr. Crane,” I say and force a smile. He’s always been polite to me. In fact, he’s the reason I have this job to begin with.
“Why don’t you ride to work with me?”
“Oh...” I hesitate, trying to come up with a reason why I can’t ride to work with him. “You’re going in for the night shift?”
“I need to check on a few things.” He puts his hand on my back and leads me out of the building. He’s not giving me a chance to refuse. “How is it working at Bellevue?”
“I enjoy it,” I say politely while he opens the car door for me.
“You always have adorable scrubs,” he says when he gets into the driver's seat and pulls out of the parking lot.
“Thanks.” I’m not sure how else to respond, so I press my lips together.
“They look soft,” he says and then reaches over and rubs my thigh.
My whole body tenses, and my throat feels like it’s going to close.
He must be sensing my unease because he takes his hand away quickly. “Are you always this shy?”
Is it really considered shy when you don’t want a stranger to touch you? “Sorry,” I mutter and instantly want to kick myself. Why am I apologizing? “Guess I’m not used to being touched.”
Dr. Crane nods. “That’s right. You’re all alone.” I try not to fidget in my seat. His words are making the situation more uncomfortable. Which I didn’t think was possible. “It must be hard.”
“It was at first, but I’ve gotten used to it.”
“You know I’m only a few floors up. You’re more than welcome to come over anytime if you want company.”
“It’s not so easy when we work different shifts.” I let out an awkward laugh because I don’t want to make this worse.
“I’d make time for you.” He winks, and I realize he’s hitting on me.
My first thought is of Jamison and how he would feel about that.