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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…
“Perhaps find another place to hold your passions. Because today, you saved the life of a sex trafficker, Dr. Miller. Not everything we do is gratuitous nor right. If that were me, I’d have made sure he didn’t wake back up from that operating table.”
Because it wasn’t just Mark who hurt me. There’s a trail of them littered around Pennsylvania. And they all deserve to die.
“Jesus fucking Christ. We don’t fuck each other, that would be disgusting. We simply fuck the same woman. Our dicks do not touch,”
And I can’t decide if I want to protect her or pin her to the wall and demand answers.
LOOKED GORGEOUS IN VEGAS. Bratty as hell. Still hates my guts. I sensed a hint of jealousy? Or was that 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.
SAVED HER FROM A SEX PEST. SHE WAS FIRE IN A DRESS. LOOKED ME IN THE EYE LIKE SHE’D SET ME ALIGHT TOO. WOULD LET HER. Actually, she never needed saving. She had him on the floor like a dog. Very naughty.
And fuck, I wish I had a camera to capture the way her lips purse and her jaw clenches. You’d think by now, she would be used to this. Because, much like many parts of our industry, I rigged these awards. In fact, this entire bullshit award ceremony was created and funded by me to purposely piss her off three years ago. I was bored. I wanted to assess how she’d react.
“Ladies first. And don’t ditch me for any alien dick tonight.” I spin, walking backwards to face him as I grin. “I’m not missing out on monster dick if the opportunity arises.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “You already are.”
“Stephanie,” he cuts in, smirking. “You’d know, drunk or not, if I’d fucked you. You’d be covered in cuts and bruises. You wouldn’t be able to walk. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be questioning it. Because you’d feel it. I’d still be dripping down your thighs. So no, we did not have sex.”
But she made a grave mistake this morning. She showed me her new button. And I’m going to press it until she breaks.
I see the three dots appear and disappear. I need to change her contact name. She isn’t Dr. Miller any longer. Dr. Quinn. Or Temptress would work. Because that’s what she is to me. A temptation.
I grab her left hand and find it bare. No ring. Again. “Keep going out without them, and I’ll tattoo them on you,” I mutter.
No. Think with your brain, not your pussy, Stephanie.
“Because somehow, I wanted to show you how serious I am about this marriage. That it isn’t a game. That you fuckin’ own me, love. There’s only one way you’re getting your last name back, and that’s by becoming a widow.”
How do I get my wife to fall in love with me?
“Things you do to survive aren’t mistakes. Our pasts make us. They can ruin us if we let them.”
“Oh yeah? You still want to be Daddy Finn, huh?” His mouth finds my ear. “I’ve already started tracking your cycle, temptress. It’s not an if, it’s a when.”
“Family is everything to me, temptress. I’d die for them. I’d die for you. And for our children? I’d rip my own heart out for them. You’ll never have to worry. Here, we stick together. Always.”
And when I kiss her, it isn’t the kiss of a man who’s claiming. It’s the kiss of a man who’s surrendering. I might as well be on my fucking knees. Because I’ve finally fucking found the one thing stronger than the darkness inside me. Her.
