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For the wild ones who thought choking was enough. Congratulations, you've unlocked the deluxe package: a psychopathic doctor, a live snake necklace, and a blood kink so filthy it'll make your therapist quit. Are you ready for your appointment? Because Dr. Quinn will see you now. P.S. Your safe word won’t save you…
“Are you going to tell me why you’re so damn snappy with me all the time?”
“Because I don’t like you, Dr. Quinn,”
Reggie is the serious one, and Rowan, the batshit crazy one.
“I heard you two sleep in the same fuckin’ bed still?”
“Jesus fucking Christ. We don’t fuck each other, that would be disgusting. We simply fuck the same woman. Our dicks do not touch,” Reggie clarifies. “Yeah, I don’t even look at his cock!”
“Who has the bigger dick?” I bite back a grin.
“Fine. Reggie has a bigger dick, lengthwise. Only just. Mine is girthier. And pierced.”
I cant wait for their book
And I can’t decide if I want to protect her or pin her to the wall and demand answers.
Either way—I need to know her name, so I’ll be back. Because a woman like that doesn’t just disappear. She leaves a mark.
Yet with Stephanie, I push and I push, and she never moves out of my orbit. She stands her ground. Maybe that’s why I gravitate to her.
He coughs. My men aren’t scared of anything… except my fucking pet python.
No more threats. No more notes on my car. No more distorted voices at three AM telling me what patient to kill next.
With my brothers, Declan and Conan, both having newborns, I can’t expect them to drop their lives to help me. I’m more alone now than I’ve ever been.
“She’s probably waiting for you to return so she can strangle you to death.”
I wish he wasn’t so damn handsome. I wish he were balding and puffy and middle-aged so I could hate him without this dull, traitorous ache in my chest.
“I was planning on spitting in it,” I whisper. “I’d poison yours.”
“I could get you fired for threatening me,” I hiss.
“If you’d like to lodge a complaint, email me and I’ll do my best to rectify the situation. Although, the wait time is up to three years. And hopefully, you would have found new employment by then.”
Isabella curls her arms around my neck and presses her head into my shoulder. Her weight anchors me. Calms the rage always simmering beneath my skin.
Because watching her fury when I win? It's the only thing that makes me feel alive during the week.
Hmm. And why is it you decide to still work?”
“So I can irritate the fuck out of you every day. And make sure you never get Head of Cardiology.”
“Nothing against you. Moreover, they would never be able to handle a woman as intelligent or powerful as you.”
I turn, coming face-to-face with the masked Mikhail. His dark eyes cut straight through me.
AHHHHHHHH
If you need anything, call either Jax or Alexei.”
I missed them
A flash of silky black hair in the distance, and that’s enough to anchor my gaze. Her hair is twisted up in a messy bun, those bright red lips, and sinful thighs are poured into tight leather pants. Fuck.
She might test me to my limit, but I can’t deny she’s stunning.
“Let me speak to my wife and brothers. We can show you how the Russians do it, yeah?” I laugh. “Sounds like you’re the one bringing trouble.”
“Oh, rich boy gets his own elevator too.”
“Jealous?” I ask, not turning around. “Nope. I’m happy it means your room isn’t near mine.”
The sight of her makes my chest tighten. What the fuck? Th...
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It’s not that I hate her. Not even close. I get enjoyment out of being a dick and seeing how far I can push her.
How far do I have to go for her to slap me? Why do I hate it when she ignores me?
I wanted more. I need to see how deep this can run. I like games. And this one keeps me inspired.
My eyes go wide. “A fucking butt plug? Why?” I try to sound serious. “Nice.”
I open my mouth, but before I can speak, electricity bolts down my spine. A man clears his throat behind us. Shit.
I swear Finn growls under his breath.
“Uh. Finn?” He places his palm on my thigh,
“Shit. I’m sorry. I—I strangely got comfortable with you there. Won’t happen again. Trust me.”
“If you’re going to hit me, you’re going to want to make sure you knock me the fuck out so I can’t come after you for punishment,” he whispers.
Maybe she’s another distraction. Or more like a drug. An addiction. One that’s probably going to fight back and kill me. But I keep going back.
“You’re late,” his deep voice rumbles behind me. I ignore him, taking the champagne from the bartender. “Write it in your notepad if you’re bothered. You might get me fired by the end of the year if you carry on.” “Hopefully.”
he’s pulled away from me. I come face-to-face with a furious Finn, gripping Zak by the scruff of his neck.
“Stay the fuck away from her,” Finn hisses and throws him to the floor.
I’m the only one who gets to fuck with her, push her buttons. I don’t own her. But something about it made my vision go red.
“Dr. Stephanie Miller,” I say smoothly. “Your constant… motivation has pushed me harder than anyone else. This is as much yours as it is mine.”
Before I can close the door, a tattooed hand catches it. “Fuck off,” I spit. “No.” His deep Irish lilt slinks down my spine.
“You wouldn’t fuck me? How rude.”
“I would if you kept your mouth fuckin’ shut.”
