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She nods rapidly, teeth sinking into her plush bottom lip.
“Good,” I growl, lifting her so she’s hovering over me. I shove my pants down, freeing my cock. I can feel how soaked she is through the fabric covering her pussy, and it’s driving me insane.
“Please,” Kacie pants, her eyes heavy-lidded and her lips parting as she pleads.
“Please what, gorgeous?” I press, teasing her as I slip my fingers down the edge of the damp fabric at her crotch, not quite touching her sensitive flesh yet even as she quivers above me. “Do you need me as much as I need you right now, Blondie? Need my cock to fill up this needy pussy? Need the relief and pleasure only I can give you?”
“Oh God,” Kacie whimpers, shaking. “Yes, fuck yes. Kellan, I need it.”
In one swift movement, I tear the crotch of her panties to the side and slam her down on my cock. I groan as her soft, wet heat envelops me.
“This pussy is goddamn heaven, Blondie,” I growl as Kacie shudders, her hands on my chest, leaning on me as though the pleasure is too much for her to bear.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whimpers, but she’s circling her hips like her body doesn’t give a shit what her mind thinks.
I chuckle, digging my hands into her hips and helping her rock on my cock. “Why’s that, Blondie? Cause I’m your kidnapper? Or cause you’ve got some sort of moral code against fucking your patients on the bed you just stitched them up on? Or cause you’re worried you’ll rip out those neat little stitches? I wouldn’t mind. I’ll take your touch anyway I can get it, even if it’s with that damn needle poking me again.” My words come out in a dark, lust-filled whisper that lingers in the air between us.
Kacie whines, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I want it to play on repeat.
“All … all of that,” she says with a husky laugh, tendrils of that golden hair I love hanging around her face.
I pause my movements, hold her still on top of me, and smirk up at her. “Want me to stop then?”
“Fuck no,” Kacie snaps.
This time, when she rises off me to slam back down on my cock, I jerk my hips up, meeting her thrust for thrust. The pain in my side is nothing compared to the pleasure flowing through me.
“Such a good little doctor,” I growl, loving how she shivers and shakes for me. “This cunt is better than any medicine you could give me, you know that?”
Her whimpers and whines drug me, and I reach for her, fisting her hair and dragging her down on top of me. My teeth nip at her lower lip, and when she gasps at the sting, I slip my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard. One hand still grips her hip as our bodies move in desperate sync, my other skating up over her soft stomach to cup her breast. Through the lacy fabric, I pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers and feeling her pussy clench on me in response.
“Kellan,” Kacie moans. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come all over my cock like the good little doctor you are,” I tell her, pleasure shooting up my spine. I grit my teeth, holding back my own orgasm, needing her to find her end before I do.
Kacie screams my name as her pussy ripples around me, and nothing on this earth could stop me from falling into my pleasure as she does. Her body grips me tight, and I thrust asdeep as I can inside her and come, filling her while stars dance behind my eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my damn life.
Through the rush of blood in my ears, I hear three thuds at the door. Instantly, I know it’s Easton from the way the door rattles on its hinges and the impatience as the knocks come again in quick succession.
Kacie scrambles off me, her ruined clothes absolutely useless. Her wide eyes meet mine, panicked and pleading, and I scowl at the door, cursing Easton for his terrible fucking timing.
I stand, tucking my dick away and pulling my pants back up, and storm over to the door. Yanking it open, I talk before Easton can.
“Get her some spare clothes before you tell me why the fuck you just interrupted us,” I demand, pinning him with a look to make sure he knows I’m not fucking asking, I’m telling.
He rolls his eyes but jogs off, appearing a minute later with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. We keep our safehouses stocked with spare shit in case of an emergency, thank God.
I close the door on Easton’s face, apologizing to Kacie as I hand her the clothes and gesture to the bathroom where she can clean up. She hurries off without a backward look, clutching the clothes to her chest.
I grumble as I return to Easton. Part of me wants to make sure Kacie’s okay but I also know she probably needs space right now. Besides, Easton undoubtedly has important shit to tell me. He wouldn’t have interrupted without good reason.
“What is it?” I snap the second I slip out, shutting the door behind me. Easton glances down at my stitches. I’m still shirtlessbecause I’m not putting on that slashed and blood-stained top again. He grimaces, but there’s a sheen of admiration in his eyes as he admires the neat row of stitches.
“Hell of a lot better than any of us could’ve done,” he comments with a nod. I wait for him to get to the point, and he clears his throat before finally cutting to the chase. “Right, well, while you were getting fixedup in there, we received a rather interesting message from Rossi’s men.”
“The Italians? Haven’t they done enough fucking damage today?” I sneer, gesturing to the stab wound in my side as anger bubbles up in me. “What? They want another stab at me?”
Easton shakes his head at me. “No, they want a meeting.”
