Page 26 of Keeping Her Under
Am I being told not to see her?
No.
I shake my head as I dry my hands.
No, we’re meant to be together.
I use the paper towel on my cock. Then push my dick back into my boxers and pull up my pants. Eying the semen left on the floor, I grab a fresh paper towel and walk over to clean it up.
I start to crumble the paper towel in my hand, but then I stop. The cum isn’t mine to throw away. It’s Summer’s, and it belongs between her thighs or on the soft skin of her breasts or in the wet heat of her mouth.
Folding it carefully, I place the paper towel in my pocket. I don’t know why I slipped today of all days.
But what I do know is that I’ll never rape her like they did me.
I’ll never leave her bleeding.
I’ll never just think about my own release like I have with every other person I have drugged and fucked.
I’ll treasure her. Worship her.
Play with her until she creams.
Then I’ll slide my cock into her sopping wet pussy and fill it with my seed.
Fifteen
“Ms. Lila Reeds,” I say as I enter the private pre-op room. As soon as I lay eyes on our VIP, I know exactly who she is. America’s current obsession – singer, model, actor. A knock-out bombshell with wavy blonde hair and eyes as green as the envy of every woman around the globe.
Her heart-shaped face peers up at me as she sits up on the bed. A man about fifteen years younger than me stands in a suit beside her, his lips tight.
There’s tension in the air, already choking, and I know I’ve walked into the middle of something.
“You are way too hot to be a doctor,” she purrs at me. “How old are you? Mid-late twenties?” She reaches up to twirl a strand of her hair. “You know, I could talk to my agent and get you a scene in my latest movie. I’m playing a woman with a lot of lovers.” She leans back on the bed, causing her hospital gown to strain across her breasts. Her erect nipples push against the fabric.
The man, already standing at attention, seems to stiffen even more. His lips tighten, but he doesn’t look at her. His eyes are hardened on me.
“Give us some privacy, Carter,” she says sweetly. She runs her tongue around her bottom lip, then pushes it against her cheek, miming the thrust of a cock.
Her bodyguard looks like he wants to protest, but instead he moves over to me. He checks my ID, his jaw tight. Then he takes his leave.
As soon as the door shuts, I ask, “When is the last time you’ve eaten?”
Normally, I ease into the questions I need to approve the op, but my temper is short today, and I know her kind. Thinking the world should lay at her feet and worship the feel of her grinding heels.
She might have the body that society idolizes, but all she is, is a childish princess that doesn’t deserve her crown.
She blinks. “Didn’t you hear my offer?”
“Time, Ms. Reeds.”
“You can call me –”
“I am aware you missed most of your schooling to pursue acting,” I say coldly, “but I presume you have learned your numbers?”
Her mouth drops open.
Her eyes grow wide.
