Page 1 of Come Fill Me

Chapter One

At the end of the day, Liz Munez’s ex-lover came for her.

“No, I don’t want to wait,” he informed her receptionist, his resonant voice carrying from the waiting room of Liz’s pediatric practice. “Tell her I’m here.”

Liz’s hand stalled near the chart of her last patient, a ten-month-old named Petey, in for his well-baby visit.

“She’ll see me,” Carreon informed her.

Petey shrieked, the sound moving beyond the treatment room to reach the hall.

“Shhh, shhh, be a good boy now,” his mother pleaded, having no idea what was about to happen, why Carreon had come.

Liz knew. He wanted her naked, vulnerable, her body draped over one of his lieutenants, her mouth and hands on the solid planes of the man’s flesh, coaxing it to respond. During the act, Carreon’s trusted subordinates would watch and hunger, their eyes sparkling with lust, waiting for his signal that he would share her as he had in the past.

Liz stiffened with fury then went weak with despair. She leaned against the cheery yellow wall decorated with images of Sponge Bob, Winnie the Pooh, Hello Kitty. Pictures of innocence, when Carreon’s plans for her were so mercenary and base. Lowering her head, she tried to stop her dizziness.

The hall lurched again. She thought of her father. Frail now, helpless, and all because of Carreon. Outrage crept in, crowding out her fear.

“Get her,” Carreon demanded. Although he spoke with quiet assurance, there was steel behind his words, the same as Liz recalled from when they’d been lovers.

Unbidden, images of their early moments snaked throughher mind, reminding Liz of the carnal games she played so wantonly, too willingly. Carreon’s lean, hard nudity against hers, his sleek body all the more masculine because of his battle scars. His long fingers trailing over her breasts and between her legs, parted obediently for his use.

When he’d ordered her to go to all fours, to lick his balls and cock, she’d done so without question, her actions fueled by love. If her response hadn’t been quick or lewd enough to please him, he’d brought out his strap.

She swallowed at the remembered cracks of its leather against her flesh—sharp, precise—the resultant sting and heat on her buttocks intensifying her desire for domination and him. A man like none she’d known. Understanding her need, Carreon had taken full advantage, thrusting his rigid shaft into her cunt and anus, burying himself until their bodies touched and she yielded even more, surrendering everything to him.

Her body, will, soul, and power. He was back for it tonight.

Petey wailed piteously.

Flinching at the noise, Liz pushed away from the wall and turned, seeing Sabine, a new pediatrician at her practice.

The young woman’s hands stilled on her pink doctor’s coat—to the children, a less traumatic color than white. Sabine glanced in the direction of Petey’s hitching breaths, her expression growing concerned. “Everything all right?”

Her Spanish accent complemented her dark-brown hair and eyes.

Taking the child’s chart, Liz handed it to Sabine. “Do you mind staying a little longer?” She spoke quietly so Carreon wouldn’t overhear. “Can you see my last patient?”

“Sure. Not a problem.”

Their receptionist, Dolores, hurried toward them. In her late sixties, the older woman pressed her narrow lips together in what appeared to be irritation or concern.

“Everything all right?” Sabine asked Liz once more.

Not even close. Never again, she knew. Not as long as Carreon was alive. With her gift, he wouldn’t die. His men—at least those truly loyal to him—would see to it.

“Dr. Munez,” Dolores said, reaching them. “Sorry to bother you, but a Mr. Carreon is here.”

Unable to trust her voice, Liz nodded.

Confusion swept Dolores’s lined face as though she’d expected more of a response. “He’s waiting in your office with three of his associates. He insists on seeing you.” She made a face. “He barged right past me, even though I explained repeatedly that you still have patients. Do you want me to call office security and have them—”

“No. It’s all right. Please make certain no one disturbs us.”

“Of course not.” Dolores’s gray brows lifted. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” Liz lied.

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