Page 39 of Misery and Ecstasy

“What, Draven? Please tell me.” I half expect him to pull away from me when I place my hand on his forearm.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he looks me dead in the eye and speaks.

“It was the first time sex has actually been enjoyable. So much that despite knowing how fucking wrong this is, I want to do it again.”

He reignites the electricity in the room with his words. Throwing the blanket off of me, I straddle him.

“Fuck wrong. Let’s just not let today count, and we’ll start over tomorrow.”

Because as much as I’ve fucking enjoyed every single second of Draven’s hands on me, and the way his cock lit my body on fire…

This can’t continue past today.

“Works for me.” Picking me up, Draven twirls me around then tosses me back onto the bed. “I’m not ready to let go of this feeling just yet.”

It takes less than five seconds for him to remove his pants and sink into my hungry pussy once more.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

DRAVEN

Lying in the doc’s bed with her head on my chest is surreal.

I slowly trace my fingers up and down her arm, unable to speak.

Not knowing what I’d say even if I could.

It’s been silent in the room since we crashed down onto the bed and curled into one another about ten minutes ago.

I’ve been waiting for the guilt to set in ever since.

It would make sense for it to happen now, at a time when my mind is quiet and content for the first time in… I can’t even remember how long. To pick this perfect moment to take me by surprise and tear me to shreds.

But it still hasn’t reared its ugly head.

I’ve also been anticipating a sign to let me know the doc wants me out of here, but that hasn’t come yet either. And I’m dying to know what she’s thinking.

“Tell me something about yourself, Doc.”

I feel her gentle laugh as she runs her hand over my chest.

“That’s not how this works, Draven.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure fucking your patientisn’t how this workseither.”

She lifts her face to mine and narrows her eyes at me.

“Come on. Just one little thing? I told you about me. Fair is fair.”

She scrunches her adorable button nose before folding her arms across my chest and resting her chin on top of them.

“Fine.” Relenting, I watch as her eyes bounce around the room, scouring her brain for one simple thing about herself. I wait for it to be her favorite color or some other menial fact, so I’m surprised when it isn’t. “My dad left us when I was nine. My parents had taken me and a friend to New York City for a weekend to celebrate my birthday, and he met someone while we were there.”

“Oh, wow. I’m so sorry.” I curl her hair behind her ear. “It’s painful, losing a parent, but I can imagine it hurts worse knowing they chose to leave you.”

She scoffs. “Yeah…”

“Do you ever talk to him or see him anymore?”

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