Page 7 of In Love with the Devil

The little whore wants me, too. She fucking wantsme.

No other patient has been so forward about wanting to get personal. She wants me. And she wants me to call her Tory while I fuck that almost virgin pussy of hers. I need to have her tonight. I’ll break into her house and fuck her ‘til she dies, and fuck her even more after. These are the thoughts coursing through my mind as my balls grow heavy. It’s when I remember the golden hummingbird necklace that the come shoots out of my cock with so much pressure. I feel like I’m going to die from the chest pains my heavy breathing causes.

What is she thinking as she walks home? Then I remember she takes the bus. That’s not safe at all. Here I am, satisfying myself instead of keeping my new heaven-sent sweet treasure safe. Did I learn nothing from Molly? If any other man forces himself on her…

I’ve never killed but I will kill for her.

I gather all my stuff including some syringes, and rush out of the office. When I step outside the building, I scan the streets for her. She’s nowhere to be seen, but it’s easy for me to find out everything about her, and that’s what I’ll do tonight.

Chapter two

A Solar Flare

Astoria

Out in the hall, my shoulders sag and I let out a sigh. While staring at the maroon carpet, a million thoughts rushing through my mind. I shouldn’t have answered those prying questions.Did I really tell a complete stranger that I’ve never had an orgasm, nor ever cared to have one?And even more confounding is how my entire body reacted to this man the minute I walked into that clinic. My pussy is throbbing, aching and clenching. My insides are burning, still missing the sensation of his fingers massaging my walls, filling me, wishing I could feel them again.

Why am I reacting like this?

The last time someone touched me like that… I cringe, pushing the horrible memory from my mind, and my hair from my face. Now is not the time to remember that.

God, he’s beautiful. His piercing light blue eyes stole my breath. This has never happened to me before. When our gazes met, it was as if a solar flare crossed my galaxy and changed everything. In an instant, I’d forgotten who I was, what I was supposed to be doing, or what I’d do with the rest of my life.It took everything not to hug and kiss him. As if we'd met in another life.

The need to be held by him overwhelms me. To clear my mind and return to reality, I take a deep breath and shake my head.What the hell is wrong with me?As I walk down the hall to the elevator, I can’t help but glance back at the clinic's door. It’s still closed. He’s not coming after me.

Wait.Why am I thinking he’ll come after me? Jesus Christ, Astoria, what’s wrong with you? He’s your doctor.I chastise myself.

The image of him, towering over me, with those intense eyes, short straight jet black hair, huge shoulders, incredibly cute. He could have been a nerd in high school but, there isn't a speck of awkwardness about him. No, he looks like someone who's used to getting what he wants. Of course I’ve met many guys with blue eyes and black hair, but… it’s the intensity and seriousness in his gaze, in his posture. A tremble sweeps through me while picturing him.

Fuck.

The ding of the elevator wakes me, ending my obsession with his appearances. What just happened in that examination room? No Pap Smear had ever hurt like that before. At least he was concerned, kind and gentle, after. Even when I denied the pain,he tried to make it better. The way my whole body shook when he called me by my first name. I hope he didn’t notice my burning cheeks, or when my body squeezed his fingers.

Get yourself together, Tory. He’s not your boyfriend and there’s no way he’s into you.I don’t know if I can keep myself as composed in his presence again. I shouldn’t have scheduled another appointment. He’s the first doctor to show concern for my crazy cramps, though.

As I ride the bus home, I can’t think straight. My mind keeps returning to the expression on his face when I first entered the office. He’s older so he must have noticed my attraction to him, but I'm sure he gets that all the time.

I’m walking the final stretch home, when the cramping steals my breath away. I tightly grip onto a metal fence that wraps around a beautiful house while trying to breathe it out. Tiny drops of sweat cover my entire body and I'm losing all my strength.Fuck. I don't know if I can make it home. It really hurts. Come on.

I stay hunched over, waiting for it to pass. A German Shepherd’s barking catches my attention. He doesn’t like that I’m holding on to his fence.Calm down, pooch.I walk away when he charges toward me, not wanting to stress him out anymore.

As I step into my home, my safe place, I let out a long breath.Good. At least I’m not going to faint in the middle of the street. Jesus, I need this pain to go away.I flop onto the couch, my muscles finally relaxing, not caring that I left the door unlocked. Unlike the neighborhood I grew up in, nothing ever happens here. The memories of what an awful exhausting day I’ve had roll through my mind.

Let’s see… My boss yelled at me three times. Joey from the IT department grabbed my ass, startling me so badly that I spilled my coffee, earning me another screaming fit from my boss. Then, the bus I needed to catch for the OBGYN appointment left too early and the next one was extremely late. I would’ve given up, but the haunting memory of that night with my ex-boyfriend, Emmanuel, when he forced himself on me while I slept, violating my trust, motivated me to continue.

I just need to start all over again, move on. I blink hard, trying to forget about Emmanuel, because today, I met Dr. Michaelson.Stop, Tory!

Snapping out of my thoughts, I look around at the living room, which admittedly is in need of a tidy. This place doesn’t belong to me or my family. I got lucky because a wealthy acquaintance of Mindy’s mentioned her parents needed a house sitter, so I told her I was interested. The agreement is that I can stay here for a year. I don’t pay rent and they don’t pay me. My entire paycheck goes into groceries, utilities and fun, and the rest, into my savings.

After the day I’ve had, I want to settle myself into bed, but my bedroom is at the back of the house, which seems like miles away with these cramps. Eventually, despite the pain refusing tosubside, I make an effort and walk to the guest bathroom where I take two aspirins.

“Fuck,” I cuss to myself and the mirror, grimacing at yet another approaching cramp.

My palm shoots out, flattening on the wall tiles to keep me from falling. I take a deep breath, abandoning my shoes and pants in the hallway then my purse, jacket, blouse and bra as I struggle to make it to my room. I shake at the coldness of the mattress as I curl my knees to my belly under the sheets. If anyone were to take a look at my current state, they’d think I'm a wimp. Why is it hurting more now? I guess I used up all my adrenaline to come home.

My phone vibrates and I know it’s Mom but I can’t deal with her when I’m feeling like this. She’d just blame me for the pain and ask me if I was pregnant or if I had an abortion anyway. By the third call, I’m in such a state I yell, “Mami, dejame tranquila."(Mom, leave me alone.)And as if she hears me, the ringing stops. Thank God.

It feels like an eternity, but eventually the pain becomes manageable, and my weariness from this awful day lulls me into a sleep. The last thing I remember is how he looked at me, as if I actually mattered. No man has ever looked at me like that.

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