Intense (Beneath Blaze #3)

by Luna Mason

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?”

“Anyway, good work saving the life of a complete cunt today.”

Because it wasn’t just Mark who hurt me. There’s a trail of them littered around Pennsylvania. And they all deserve to die.

I lean on the railing. Eyes fixed on the target. Currently he’s on floor ten of this high-rise. Doing some kind of home workout in his boxers. Blinds up. Lights on. Fucking idiot. You never know who is watching you from the shadows.

I often wonder about my last moments. I’d want mine to be with my brothers, drinking a beer in Dublin. Not prancing around in my boxers at midnight on a Wednesday, trying to burn some calories, like this asshole is.

I’ve spent years training to save lives, but it’s also meant I can perfect the most painful deaths.

“Well, this is cozy,” Rowan chuckles. “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,”

“Yeah, I don’t even look at his cock!” Rowan exclaims. I chuckle. “Great. Thanks for clarifying. So you prefer the Eiffel Tower situation?” They both shrug. “Lots of different positions we can use,” Reggie tells me, deadpan.

“I know for a fact, identical twins doesn’t always mean dick size. I’m a doctor, remember?”

“Fine. Reggie has a bigger dick, lengthwise. Only just. Mine is girthier. And pierced.”

I have a freakishly high pain threshold, but that doesn’t extend to my cock.

I don’t particularly want to be thinking about them two fucking someo...

I wasn’t planning on being here tonight. Not when I have an operating room to dominate in eight hours and a list of patients longer than most hitmen’s body counts.

Whoever she is… she’s playing a dangerous game with monsters. And I can’t decide if I want to protect her or pin her to the wall and demand answers.

I allow her to despise me, because it keeps us both sharp. Keeps her at my level.

“I really don’t like you,” she says, almost sweetly, as she tosses the marker at my chest. I catch it with a smirk. “Really? I had no idea,” I say, sarcastically.

Her constant obsession with independence might just be the thing that breaks her.

“I’ve just spent nearly three hours locked up in a questioning room, Tim. For crimes, shockingly, I didn’t commit. Who gave the order to arrest me?”

That’s part of the deal. I remove the problems in this state. They keep the cleanest record across the U.S. In return, they turn a blind eye to our business.

“I’ll take care of it. Leave it with me.” Translation: Keep your nose out of my hospital.

“Like a cult, or is a cult?”

I’m stuck living two damn lives. Heart surgeon by day. Serial killer by night.

“I can do one better than going for a beer. How about spilling some Bowen blood?”

At the end of the day, I’m still a woman on her own.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to land myself in a cell next to my parents. Or perhaps one right next to my boss. I suppose that’s better than in a grave.

“There’s no satisfaction in slicing you open while you scream. That’s too easy. Too clinical, and you see, I do enough of that at work. I want more. I’ve had quite a day.”

“Why are you being nice to me, Dr. Miller?” he says in that low, mocking tone, pitched for me alone. “I was planning on spitting in it,” I whisper. “I’d poison yours.”

“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.”

“I was never arrested, Stephanie. Just erase that encounter from your memory,” he whispers. “Whatever you say, wizard,”

“How was jail? Did you have to pick up any soap?”

They’ve found peace in places I can’t even look too long without flinching.

I want him tortured. If he talks, great. If not, he dies.

“This is gonna get messy, isn’t it?” “When has our life not been?”

“Well, maybe we should try for a future that isn’t messy,” Declan says, his voice softer. “Wouldn’t it be nice to live in peace?” “Peace sounds boring.”

“Worried about me?” I grin. “Damn right. I’m usually the one getting picked up by the cops, not you.”

“You two better not be plotting without me.”

“Fucking too right. That cunt won’t be identifiable once I’m done with him.” I nod, standing. “Good to see fatherhood hasn’t dulled your edge.”

“You know, some of our guys think you’re a psychopath, Finn,” Conan says. “They’re probably not wrong.”

“Whiskey and nachos. I’m not your typical boring billionaire, Dr. Miller.”

about him. “Billionaire. Hmm. And why is it you decide to still work?” I tap my chin as he smirks at me. “So I can irritate the fuck out of you every day. And make sure you never get Head of Cardiology.”

“Better, your highness?” he asks quietly. “I had no issue with champagne. You are the one who did. Don’t like being called rich boy?”

Can’t beat a bit of alien smut being read to me by a delicious man in my ears.

“The quiet ones are the most deadly. I should know, I am one.”

“I’m your supervisor. I’m always watching.” Christ. I sound like Finn.

“What’s up your ass, Steph?” My eyes go wide. “A fucking butt plug? Why?”

“No, Josh. It’s still a no. Anyone with an asshole that works in the department is a no-go. Sorry.”

“Asshole covers men and women. Thought I’d cover my ass. Literally.”

Is this cold, hard-as-nails man… damaged? It explains a lot.