Page 54 of Twisted Obsession

I’d just lied. I’d received her document yesterday. However, I was a selfish bastard that wanted to keep Regina all to myself for as long as it lasted. The moment she started applying to hospitals, they were going to scoop her up. Anybody that could fix a traumatic brain injury while being held captive in her family’s cellar was a damn medical marvel in the making.

“Are you ready for dinner?” I questioned, swiftly changing the subject. With a gesture of my hand, I insisted she walk out ahead of me. Her knowing glances back let me know that she knew what I was up to.

“Doc,” I called after her.

“Yes,” she answered turning back to address me.

“I don’t mind you in my clothes. As a matter of fact, I love it. But, you have beautiful, flavorful skin and a luscious body that I’d like to see a lot more of. From now on, I want to see loose ass all over the place and tits bouncing in my face when I get home. Not you with all these clothes on, condemning your body to prison as far as I’m concerned.”

“Sorry. Long story,” she offered, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “Next time, I’ll be waiting at the elevator naked.”

I didn’t care for the sarcasm in her tone.

“Good. That sounds more like it. And that long story you just alluded to, I’d like to hear it when you’re ready to tell me. I don’t need a repeat of Aaron with Megan and all her secrets. If you have an angry ex-husband lurking, I need to know it so I can kill his ass.”

Her posture stiffened when I mentioned hearing her story. But her giggling about me killing a secret ex-husband melted the ice on the chilling secret I knew she kept.

After we fixed our plates of creamy lobster linguine and sat across the table from each other, silence filled the room for a moment. Too much silence bothered her, but I didn’t mind it. Silent or not, I never got tired of watching Regina.

“How was the rest of your day? At work?” she asked as a slight squint in her eye registered, and a twinge of a smile bowed her lips. Regina claimed only book smarts, but she didn’t fool me. She paid attention to more shit than she alluded to.

“Work…” I stated, putting emphasis on the word and letting her know that I’d caught the question in her tone. “Work was good. I accomplished a lot today.”

She knew from Aaron that I ran guns for our MC. I think she may have even suspected that my legal business required that a few illegal activities take place from time to time. My gaze froze on hers, loving the way I could make her squirm with just a look.

“By the way, I owe you a punishment.”

Her brows knitted into a deep V. “For what? You haven’t been home long enough for me to do anything to be punished for.”

Her body was likely sore from the fighting lessons I’d given her this morning, so my aim was not to be as hard on her as I’d like to be. She didn’t need to know that though.

My lips twitched, but I kept my grin hidden. “For making me worry when I got home and couldn’t find you. You are going to experience the wrath of Dr. Sparks under wet conditions.”

“Dr. Sparks? Wet conditions?” she questioned. She didn’t appear stressed about the punishment I was promising her. She was learning that punishment didn’t always mean hurt or pain.

“Yes, sweetheart. I like to keep shit interesting, and I definitely need to get you wet. Besides, all I’ve been thinking about all day is how many ways I could aim my dick to get to the bottom of your tight pussy.”

Her lips fell apart, but I didn’t believe for a second it was from shock. I’d piqued her interest, and her inner freak stared back at me.

Wait a fucking minute! Did I just call her sweetheart?

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