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Had she convinced herself that the man in her dreams couldn’t be the same person strapped down in her office? The face, the voice, the name, it was all the same. Had she convinced herself it was all a coincidence?

No. She was clever. Despite what logic told her, there had to be a voice within, screaming to her that something was way off. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be moments away from flashing me her juicy cunt.

The minutes crawled by on their hands and knees. “Our hour is just about up, I suspect. So make up your mind. You don’t want Rook walking in to find his newest doctor spread like that. He might take it as an invitation.”

“If I’m going to do this, you’re going to shut up,” she hissed.

To demonstrate to her that I could behave myself, and listen to instructions—with proper motivation—I didn’t respond.

“Okay—” She breathed, closing her eyes while she gathered herself. Then, she parted her thighs so that they were in an obscene V position. She hooked a finger under her panties and pulled them to the side.

“Spread your folds, and hold yourself open for me,” I finally spoke, my voice laden with grit. I could see the goosebumps forming on her skin, even from this vantage. She hesitated for only a brief moment this time before obeying.

“Wider. I want to see your insides.”

My command had her clenching—fucking hell—I could see her soft pink walls twitching under my attention.

Soft and wet and warm.

The things I’d do to break free from my restraints and take my shrink’s pretty pink hole right there on her office sofa.

It was torture not being able to hold her and kiss her. By force, if she fought me. Might be fun to hold her down while she kicked and screamed, knowing there was a bigger part of her than she’d ever admit that craved it.

A sinuous groan rattled up my throat. Fuck—if I ever did get close to her, I wonder if I could stop myself from hurting her. While my father labeling me as a cannibal was a bit of a stretch, I did love ripping apart the flesh of my enemies. Biting it, feeling the gush of blood inside my mouth. Did I have the strength to be gentle with her? The even bigger question was if I cared enough for her to even try.

I hated that the answer to that was an unequivocal yes. Past her armor, she seemed good-natured. But underneath that, she had a spark of fire inside her. If she didn’t learn how to use it to protect herself, this place would eat her alive.

But even without the jacket or the chains, the mask was padlocked to the back of my head. Only Rook and Nurse Beatrice had the key.

My tongue flicked out—the slick bastard had a mind of its own—and pushed through one of the larger holes in my mask.

Her eyes widened into saucers as she watched my drool soak the leather, oozing from my chin in a long rope.

I wasn’t embarrassed. I was too hungry to give half a fuck how much the primal energy rolling off me in tidal waves scared her. I liked that spark of fear and defiance in her eyes.

She closed her legs quickly, her wet thighs making a wet clap. “There. You got your way, pervert.” My cock jerked at the flustered husk in her voice. “Now tell me what you know.”

My eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. “We have ten minutes until our hour is up. You really think I can tell you everything I know in that time? I’m wounded, Doc.

“I’m going to do you one better. I’m not going to tell you exactly what situation you’ve landed yourself in. You wouldn’t believe me. So, I’ll give you evidence instead. Find the inmate named Barbara Reed. She goes by Bunny. She’s a patient in the low-security ward. Take her for a walk—you can do that with general pop patients. Ask her to show you Dr. Rook’s office.”

“I’ve seen his office.”

“Ask her for her old doctor’s office. The one where she wasn’t made to…do things under the desk.”

Tuesday went rigid, but nodded. “Okay. And I’ll see you again in a week.”

“That’s not soon enough.” My voice came out like a bark, making her jump. “Arrange for it sooner.”

“I can’t. Rook won’t allow it.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the door opened, and orderlies poured in to collect me. They wheeled me away, and with my head strapped down, I couldn’t even turn to cast her one last glance. “In the meantime, I’ll see you in your nightmares, Doc.”

Chapter Fifteen

Tuesday

My session with Patient Seventeen had left me shaken and weak-kneed.