Page 21 of Vicious

“Not anymore. I think I saw a patterned blanket on your couch the last time I was there? I nearly had a heart attack.” Chase waves to me. “May, this is Dr. Hunter Savage. He’s going to hook you up with the good meds.”

The doctor grunts lightly. “I am going to give her birth control. I don’t deal in opiates.” His voice turns harsher at the last word.

“Good, because I don’t want any,” I pipe up, unable to keep myself from speaking. For some reason, the club hadn’t pushed any drugs at me, even though I saw how high the other girls were and how eagerly they’d rushed to Donny when he brought the daily doses.

I’m still not sure why he never gave me any, although it’s a small blessing. The drugs might have made the entire experience easier, but I wanted to be clear-headed. I wanted to believe I had a chance of escaping even though I’d known better—just like I know there’s no escaping Chase now that he’s purchased me like I’m some side of beef.

Both of them ignore me, which doesn’t come as a big surprise. I still sigh, purposely loudly, and Chase deigns to offer me a smug smile before returning his attention to the doctor.

Dr. Savage.

What kind of last name is that? It’s almost as bad as Vicious.

“Do you want me to give her a full exam?” Savage asks Chase as he sets his bag down. “I can check her for STIs. I hope you’ve been using condoms.”

“Eh, it’s fine. She was a virgin before yesterday,” Chase answers with a wide smirk that sends a shudder through me at the same time as I feel the urge to squirm a little. “Was.”

My cheeks fill with color, and I look down at where my hands have gone white-knuckled with how tightly I’m clutching the sheets around me. It’s been clear since the second the doctor walked in that he has to be as twisted and perverse as Chase is, and he’s probably in the group of men who gets off on the idea of being a woman’s first time. “You didn’t have to tell him that,” I say, my voice surly despite my humiliation.

The doctor glances briefly at Chase before shaking his head. “Don’t complain to me if you end up with a diseased cock.” He opens his bag and pulls out something I don’t recognize.

I’m suddenly keenly aware that I haven’t been to a doctor in ages. There wasn’t time, and even with my father’s generous health insurance, I hadn’t wanted to waste potential food money on the copay.

“Bend your arm,” Savage says, coming to sit down next to me.

I look warily at him, but I bend my arm like he tells me to.

He makes quick work of readying a needle and injecting it into the crook of my arm, explaining absently to Chase, “This is just an anesthetic.”

“I’m right here,” I interject, but Savage doesn’t so much as glance at me.

Ugh. If his bedside manner is this great with his regular patients, I wonder how he keeps any. Or maybe I’m just unlucky enough to see the real him.

“You didn’t need to give her an anesthetic,” Chase says. “She likes the pain.”

I want to strangle him. If I could, I would, no questions asked. Chase doesn’t have to tell this asshole anything, let alone something so personal. That’s not the kind of pain I like, either.

“It’s part of the procedure. I’m not doing a scene with you, Chase.” Savage pulls something else out of the bag, sealed in the standard blue medical supply packaging.

I eye it warily for a moment. It’s about the size of a toothpick, and I have no idea how he’s going to just casually do this. I decide I would rather not watch as he inserts the thing in my arm, so I squeeze my eyes closed and wait.

He asks me how long it’s been since I had my period, and while I want to make a snarky remark about how he acknowledged my existence, I just answer.

Savage makes a noncommittal sound, and Chase nudges him. “So when can I fuck her?”

“You can fuck her whenever you want,” Savage says as he does something with my arm. “Although if you want to mitigate the risk of pregnancy, I recommend condoms and pulling out. Especially the condoms.”

Chase huffs in annoyance. “I meant, when can I come inside her without risking her getting pregnant?”

“Tomorrow. The day after is safer,” Savage answers dryly.

I’m glad the only thing I can feel on my arm is pressure, but even that is secondary to the pressure in my chest. I don’t want Chase able to fuck me whenever he wants, and I definitely don’t want him to come inside of me. Pregnancy risk mitigated or not, I just don’t want it.

I just don’t want him.

“Or never,” I mutter. “That’d be even safer.”

Savage wipes my arm down and covers the insertion spot with a bandage.

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