Page 69 of The Doctor

Not as she slid her slim hands down my chest and tucked her fingers inside my waistband. Not as I reached to stop her and she grabbed my hand, curling my palm until I was cupping her pussy. I rocked into her fist, thrust my fingers into her core, and devoured every sound she made as she cried out for more.

It wasn’t until she’d lined herself up with my dick that I managed to shake loose my lust and push her away.

“Clara, stop!”

I pushed her too hard. She tumbled backward, legs splayed wide in front of me as she nearly tumbled from my footstool and onto the floor.

“You need to stop. Stop pushing this with me. Stop trying to make me fall for your games.”

The hurt in her eyes nearly broke me, but this needed to be done.

Clara rolled off the footstool, rose to her full height, and smoothed her shirt over her breasts and her thighs. Then, with a shaky breath, she lifted her gaze to mine.

“I thought you loved me.”

“Not like that!” My voice was the thunder rolling around in our storm.

My words were the lightning as they struck her heart.

“Not like that.” It was just a whisper, but the room and the city and the screaming in my head had gone quiet, and her voice was the only thing I heard. I swore, her lip trembled, but in the dim light, I couldn’t be sure. “Alright then. If that’s the way you want it.”

She turned away, only to stumble over my box of cigars and land, face first, on the bed. She shook it off, rolled over and sat up, looking back at me through the darkened room.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow sometime.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you care?” she hissed before lifting her chin. “If you don’t want me, I guess I’ll have to find someone else who does. Someone younger.” She scooted closer to the edge of the bed. “Someone who thinks I’m beautiful and wants me for me. I’m sure I can find someone out there, right? The world is big. There’s got to be someone who would stick his dick in me and make me feel good. Maybe…” She stood, glancing quickly at her clasped hands as my own balled into tight fists. “Maybe I’ll call Michele. He looked like he knew his way around a pussy.”

Fucking hell!

“Like hell you will!” I was out of my chair so fast, I startled the girl, causing her to stumble and fall to the mattress once more. She scrambled backward, as if she could see the fury that was raging through every single inch of me.

She didn’t get far. I clamped my hand around her ankle, dragging her across the mattress. She kicked with her other foot, getting free long enough to flip onto her knees before I grabbed both ankles and pulled her back.

She screamed as I shoved my aching cock inside her, not giving her warning, not giving her a chance to get ready for the intrusion. I fucked into her with everything I had, pinning her to the old, dusty mattress so she couldn’t move.

“Are you happy now,” I yelled, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting some more. She screamed again, but any words were lost as I pounded into her. “Is this what you wanted? You want me to fuck you? You want my dick inside you again?”

“No!” Her pain-filled cry stopped me in my place. Still stuffed inside her, I yanked her head up by her hair.

“No?” I hissed, trying to withstand the tightening of her pussy as I pulled her into this new angle.

“I just want you to love me,” she cried, her voice so broken it made my dick want to shrivel up and die. Then, so quiet I had to strain to hear, she whispered, “I just want one person to love me.”

“Clara…” I let go of her, and she scrambled away from me, crawling up the bed. Once more I grabbed her ankles, yanking her back to me, flipping her onto her back before I pinned her in place again. “You don’t think I love you?”

She looked away from me, squeezing her eyes shut when I gripped her chin and turned her face back to me. “I’ll never be enough for you.”

Cupping her cheek, I smoothed my thumb across the tears leaking from her eyes. My chest felt like it was ripped in two. “I do love you,” I promised.

“But not like that.”

It was my turn to close my eyes, because I never understood how much my words hurt her until now.

“Always like that,” I told her, bending to press a kiss to her forehead. “Always.” I pressed one to her nose. “Like.” I kissed one cheek and then the other. “That.” Finally, I kissed her lips. “I’ve loved you from the moment you were born, and that love has grown and changed just like you have. I’m scared of how much I love you, Clara Vinci. I’m scared of what it means for me. For us. For the vow I made when my father was murdered. But I love you. And each time I tell myself I can’t love you any more, you prove to me that it’s just a lie.”

Her face broke and the tears leaking from her eyes doubled as she let out a cry. “I just want you to love me.”