Page 49 of The Ripper

My fucking brother, the master of bad timing.

I stepped back and leaned against the door, watching her with utter fascination and a raging hard-on that didn’t seem to want to fade.

“He didn’t even tell you my name? I’m officially revoking brotherly rights,” he looked at me over her shoulder, grinning like the devil’s spawn he was.

I mouthed a “fuck you” to him, making sure he could read my lips, then gave him the finger for good measure.

“Klaus,” he finally told her.

“Klaus, I’m Arella,” she smiled at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Brand new, Doc,” he grinned, and I wanted to punch his teeth out. “Fucking peachy, actually, ready to run the marathon and shit,” he continued.

Arella laughed. She fucking laughed, for fuck’s sake, and if he wasn’t my brother, I would have killed him by now, which reminded me that I still had a bone to pick with Boris for grabbing her throat like that.

“Hey, Grimm, why are you still alive?” my brother narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

“Well, you know, since you said you’d die before you introduced her to me,” he laughed, then groaned in pain.

Arella turned her head towards me, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t make me regret it, asshole.”

He grinned like a maniac, then shut his mouth and allowed her to check his vitals. Her cheeks were slightly flushed in embarrassment because we’d been caught in the act, and I put my T-shirt back on, then took the scalpel out of the bowl she put it in after washing it.

I wanted to leave her alone to do her job in peace and kill someone, but as I walked back towards the door, she cleared her throat.

“Where are you going?”

“I have something to do,” I said grudgingly, my fist clenched around the metal cutlery.

“No, you don’t,” she said matter-of-factly, without even looking at me. “Sit down, Grimm.”

My dick twitched in my pants at her authoritative tone.

~ Do you regret wishing her being bossy with you yet?

“Yeah, Grimm,” my brother mocked. “Sit the fuck down.”

My brain was howling for blood as I plopped down on the chair and crossed my arms in front of my chest, like a good fucking puppy.

~ You’re a lost cause.

“Put the scalpel away.” She took the stethoscope off and put it back on the stand, then turned to me. “What is this ‘something’ that you have to do?” She crossed her arms as well, rolling her eyes as the words left her mouth, and I felt like a teenager caught skipping school.

Why did I listen to her without questioning?

~ Because you’re a fucking simp.

Klaus was watching us with a smug grin, as if he couldn’t believe that the little blonde woman with the piercing green eyes had such a grip on me that she had turned me so… docile.

~ I hate that word.

I couldn’t believe it either, but while my mind contradicted my actions and kept pestering me with questions about why we weren’t killing Boris, my body seemed to have a completely different command center, namely her.

I felt like she could have asked me to dip my legs in acid and I would have done it with a stupid, enamored smile on my face.

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