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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…
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Because it wasn’t just Mark who hurt me. There’s a trail of them littered around Pennsylvania. And they all deserve to die.
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“Jesus fucking Christ. We don’t fuck each other, that would be disgusting. We simply fuck the same woman. Our dicks do not touch,”
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“Fine. Reggie has a bigger dick, lengthwise. Only just. Mine is girthier. And pierced.”
And I can’t decide if I want to protect her or pin her to the wall and demand answers.
I pull out my headphones and bring up my audiobook. Can’t beat a bit of alien smut being read to me by a delicious man in my ears. “Who is that?” he asks. I turn to look at him. “Who is who?” Oh. He’s looking at the sexy guy on the cover. “My boyfriend, James. We’re so in love. Isn’t he drop-dead gorgeous?” I tease. His jaw ticks. He glances back down at my phone.
“I suppose. I didn’t have you down for dating a model.” “And what the hell does that mean?” I cross my arms over my chest, clenching my fists. “Nothing against you. Moreover, they would never be able to handle a woman as intelligent or powerful as you.”
LOOKED GORGEOUS IN VEGAS. Bratty as hell. Still hates my guts. I sensed a hint of jealousy? Or was that me?
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.
“Anyway,” I step back, needing space from him. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth. I’d wait for the aliens to arrive and fuck one of them instead.” His fists clench and release. “Make your feelings known, Dr. Miller. Glad you finally let it out.”
“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.” He winks and turns down the corridor.
She yanks away like my touch burned her. “You don’t get to touch me, remember,” she says. But her voice cracks slightly. “Then stop looking at me like you want me to.”
She wipes her mouth and leans back in the booth, eyes half-lidded, legs tangled with mine beneath the table. “You know what we should do?” she slurs. I tilt my head. “Can’t wait to hear this.” “We should get married.” I choke on my drink. She grins wide. Drunk yet still deadly to me. “Come on, Finn. Let’s do it. It’s Vegas. Isn’t this what people do? Get married on tequila and bad decisions?” “You think marrying me would be a bad decision?” “I think it’d be the worst decision I’ve ever made. Which is why it fits perfectly with tonight’s theme.”
“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.”
“Stephanie, calm down. It’s fine.” “Fine?! Fine?! They’re legally binding marriages here, you psycho!” I yank at the ring, but the second I do, a growl erupts from him. “Dr. Stephanie Quinn.” His voice is sharp and commanding. He stands, stepping toward me like he’s stalking prey. I forget how to breathe. Fuck, he’s sexy. “That ring stays on your finger.”
“Well, that leads to storage, not the door for your dramatic exit. But good luck. I’m not signing shit. I won this fair and square. I won you. If you could also track down the chapel we went to and get them to send me the footage, I’d love to savor the moment that I claimed you.” I turn slowly, rage vibrating in my bones. Putting my fingers to my plump lips, I freeze. Did we kiss? Fuck. It’s so annoying I can’t remember anything. “I’m going to kill you.” He beams. “Not before our honeymoon, love.”
I promised myself I’d never become a man’s property. Or allow a man to control me. I forged my way in this industry on my own, in spite of them.
“Kiss me and find out,” I whisper breathlessly. He’s done it. He’s broken me. And I know the second his mouth meets mine… There’s no going back.
“Dance for your divorce. Strip to get your name back.” I blink. “What?” “That’s the deal, temptress.” His voice is low. “You want your freedom? You’ll have to earn it. You’ll put on a show. For me. Right here. Right now.”
But I’m done watching. “Fuck it,” I mutter, not being able to take one second longer of this torture. I’ve just found my weakness. I reach up, grab the back of her neck, and yank her mouth to mine. And everything ignites.
I nod. Slowly, I slide my hand out, then grab her jaw and shove my fingers into her mouth until she gags. “Clean them. Taste how much you hate being my wife.”
“You don’t want me as your wife, Finn,” I say coolly, shifting tactics. He pulls back just enough to let me breathe. But those sharp eyes stay locked on mine. “Why not? Give me three constructive arguments, and I’ll consider it.” “I’m high maintenance. You won’t be able to keep up.” He scoffs, already loading his counterattack. “I’m rich, remember? You’ve called me fuckin’ rich boy for years. Next?” Shit. Okay. “We work together.” “I could fire you. But HR already approved our marriage. Next?” “Jesus Christ, you’re impossible. Fine. Last one. I don’t fucking like you, Dr. Quinn.” That smug
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“See. You did miss me,” he murmurs against my mouth. I bite down on his bottom lip in response. “Good fucking girl. Make me bleed for you, because you’re about to bleed out for me,” he says softly, running the back of his hand along my cheek.
“If you cut me,” I say roughly, “you get to come.” Her lip trembles. Her thighs clench. “Do it.” This isn’t just about me marking her as mine. It’s about her owning me too. This is a marriage, a union in blood.
“I knew you were ripped, but damn. Look at those traps.” I tilt my head, amused at her little outburst. “You mean your leg rests for when I eat you out?”
“Finn. What the hell is that?” I hold it up to inspect it. A thick black band inked across his wedding finger, with a delicate ‘S’ in the middle. “Please tell me that isn’t what I think it is?” He nods. “Permanent as fuck, baby. Would you like a matching one?”
“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 explain to a fucking neurologist that I need my brain scanned because I’m too obsessed with my wife? That I’ve been so void of feelings for so long, I now can’t stop feeling things. That I’ve been laughing, smiling, and lusting over her. That I care. And that there is no logical explanation other than a tumor. Or some kind of brain-eating disease that’s causing this. Because I’m not built to feel love. And yet, I think I do. So naturally, to avoid being sent to the psych ward. I lie.
“You’re the only woman who’s ever had her hands on me like this. The only one who’s felt me fill her and drip down her thighs. The only one who makes my heart skip a beat. And you’re about to be the only woman I’ve ever let touch me back—look me in the eyes—as we both break for each other. So no, temptress. You’re the only one who gets this side of me. Understand how rare that is.”
Instead, he says, “I want you to touch me.” My brows knit. That’s new. It feels so powerful. A moment where he breaks for me. Not in a harsh way, in the most perfect way. Chipping off another layer of his armor.
“I’m not on the pill,” I admit. Everything messes with my hormones too much and sends me crazy every month. Nothing ever worked. And it’s not as if I make a habit of having sex. Usually it’s a drunk one-night stand. “Good. Makes the risk even greater.” He grins. “You’d want a baby with me? You’re serious?”
“You pregnant with my child would send me over the brink to insanity.”
“This is very permanent, love.” She giggles. Fuck, I’m obsessed with her. “Like I’m getting rid of you, Finn. I think we’ve established that isn’t happening. So mark me.”
“Remember who’s around your throat, Stephanie. Remember what she can do. The risk. The pleasure.” I suck in a breath. Nyx shifts against my skin, her body flexing with slow, deliberate power. Each movement is a whisper of scales, a reminder that one wrong signal from me—or from him—and this moment could end in death.
“She knows you now,” he continues, his voice low, his fingers slipping beneath the lace. “But, you haven’t earned her trust yet. So she is still a threat to you; she will be reading my reactions, going off my cues to keep you alive.
I like being choked. When Finn wraps his hand around my throat, I come alive. But this? This is a whole new dimension. A snake coiled around my neck. A fucking snake necklace. All while my crazy husband is on his knees, eating me out like he’s starved himself all day just for me.
“You’re going to come on my tongue, love. You’re going to give the last pieces of yourself that you’ve been keeping from me. I want to see you break so I can piece you back together,” I tell her.
Because this woman doesn’t just take my darkness. She makes me want to give her everything I’ve been guarding all my life. And for the first time, I know it with absolute certainty. I’m in love with her. I don’t need scans and tests to know that.
“Punch me.” “Pardon?” “Did I stutter, love? Hit me. Show me you deserve to join me.” He’s not joking. I slip off the desk, clenching my fist. As I step in front of him, I’m torn with a mixture of excitement and nerves. But I want to prove myself. “In the time you’ve taken to contemplate the punch, I could have killed you already,” he mutters, completely unamused.
“You’re mine,” I whisper against her hair. “And I’ll never let you go. Even if I ruin you.” Her answer is a whimper, but her body melts back into mine. “I’m yours to ruin, Finn. Do your worst,” she pants.
“So, you don’t want me to be like one of the models you probably jerk off to?” I tease. His hands slide over my hips, and he squeezes. “Baby, I need something to grab hold of to fuck you thoroughly. These are staying. Your ass is staying. I want you exactly how you are.”
“Okay. Where do you see yourself in five years?” He smiles. “Easy. You, me, Nyx, and a couple of little hellions running around.” His hands slide over my stomach, lingering there. “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.” My eyes widen. “You… what?” “I’m a doctor. And I know you very, very well, Stephanie,”
“So you know when I need extra chocolate strawberries, right?” “In approximately four days,” he tells me with a smug grin. He’s right. Of course he is. “You better get all the action in before then, doctor.” His fingers curl lightly around my throat. “Nothing can stop me from having you, love. We’ve established that the blood doesn’t faze me.”
“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.”
“Holy shit, love. You look breathtaking.” I stride toward her, her smile growing with every step. That smile is what my heart beats for now. I tilt her chin up, drinking her in. “Absolutely beautiful, temptress. Gorgeous. Stunning. A masterpiece. Perfection.” My lips hover over hers. “All fuckin’ mine.” Her blush rises, heat radiating between us. Her hands smooth over my chest as she straightens my bow tie. “I’ll look good as an accessory on your arm, Dr. Quinn.” “No. You’re the main event.”
“Call another woman darlin’ again, and neither of you will be walking out of here alive,” she says with a straight face. It makes my cock twitch, her being possessive like this. “I hear you. No problem. Never again.”
“I love you,” she breathes out. She truly is a fuckin’ menace. “That’s great, love.” I keep my tone neutral. She frowns, licking her lip. “That’s all you have to say? Seriously?” I can’t help but grin. “You’re the one who stole my line, temptress. Now, are you gonna let me say my whole declaration properly?” I tilt my head and she blushes. “I get a whole speech?”
“I’ll give you the whole damn world if you’ll let me. So, yes.” I cup her cheeks and take a deep breath. “Stephanie Quinn. I love you,” I tell her quietly so only she can hear.
“I love you, temptress. More than I can stand. More than I ever thought I was capable of. I thought love was a weakness. I thought it would destroy me. But you—” My voice fractures, my throat burning as I press my forehead to hers. “You’re the only thing that’s ever made me want to fucking live.”
