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I tug on them to test the resistance, but they’re tight. He grins as I look up at him.
Without a word, the cool end of the stethoscope is back on me.
“Are you just going to listen to my heart?” I pant, every inch of me trembling, soaking for him.
“No,” he says softly. “I’m going to make it skip.”
He peels my scrub pants down with surgical precision. No time wasted. No hesitation. Just his mouth on my inner thigh, warm breath dragging over skin he knows he owns.
“Let’s see what my girl's heart does for me,” he murmurs, pointing to the cardiac monitor leads beside us.
He works on attaching the electrodes to my chest. I hear the steady beep as the machine comes to life.
“That’s mine now.” He taps the screen. “Every flutter. Every spike. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”
And God, I want that too.
His fingers trail between my legs, making me squirm.
“You’re soaked, Mrs. Quinn. All for me.”
“I’m not your property,” I breathe, even as my hips chase his touch.
I just hate admitting what he does to me.
He smirks. “No? Then why does your body only respond to mine?”
I don’t have an answer for that.
Because it’s the truth.
Finn Quinn ruined me.
And he knows it.
I cry out as two fingers slide inside me, curling just enough to hit that devastating spot he’s already memorized. My back arches. The monitor beeps harder. He watches it with satisfaction.
“Look at you. Such a good girl for me,” he croons.
His fingers keep working me as he reaches for something in his coat pocket.
The glint of steel catches my eye.
A scalpel.
My breath stalls.
“You trust me?” he asks, his tone gentler now.
I nod, chest heaving. “Yes.”
I want this. I’ve always wanted something more like this. Pain tipping the balance with pleasure. But I’ve never been brave enough to ask, nor trusted someone enough to do it.
Yet with him, it’s different. I’ve seen what he can do with his hands. He can save a life, and he can bring me right to the edge.
He presses the blade flat against my stomach. Not cutting. Just teasing. The cold kiss of metal against burning skin.
“Good. Because tonight, I’m going to take everything from you.”
