Page 51 of Heart of a Killer

My mouth is dry, and my breaths come faster. My fingers twitch by my sides. My heart is being crushed by the news, overwhelmed with relief, sadness, and rage at the realization of the truth.

I lunge at the doctor, and he scoots up in bed with panic in his eyes.

He’s waving his hands as much as he can against the restraints, stammering, “No, no, no—”

I grab his face, digging my claws into his cheeks.

“Youkilled Amanda!” I shriek, my voice a mixture of despair and hatred. “We fuckingtrustedyou!”

“There’s something else too,” Leland interrupts.

I lick my lips before I speak, attempting to draw in some moisture. “What?” I narrow my eyes at Leland, grinding my teeth together. “What is worse than that?”

What else could there be other thanthat? How much more damage did this doctor do to us?

“You’re not crazy, Brie,” Leland whispers. He turns to me, his expression softer than before. “He used what you told him in therapy to his advantage. What you filled out on the paperwork was your relationship to your nanny, effectively counting you as worthless as the rest of us.”

“Worthless?” I beat my fist into the doctor’s chest, and all he lets out are little huffs of air. “Worthless? We areworthlessto you?”

“You have no family that will miss you if you die. And your illness was only from lack of sleep. You have a sleep paralysis demon,” Leland finishes.

“So, why the experiments?” I ask the doctor.

His eyebrows draw together, and his jaw flexes. “The state took my family’s legacy away,” he eventually snaps out. “My mother ran this hospital, and after they found out she was selling the patients’ babies, they sent her to prison to rot. They made me an orphan!”

The spit from the doctor’s mouth hits my face, and I swipe at it, glaring at him.

“He also just wanted to fuck you,” Leland states matter-of-factly.

I notice Skylar standing in the corner with her mouth gaping, jaw figuratively hitting the floor.

“I found out after I tracked down Angela, and she spilled.” He smirks. “I was pretty convincing.”

“Oh, he just wanted to fuck me, did he?”

My vision tunnels in on Dr. Benjamin. I’m hurt by the revelation that the girl I loved died because of this fucker. He then manipulated me into thinking he was makingmebetter just torape me. My mind is racing a million miles a minute on how to get this motherfucker back for all the pain he’s caused.

His face is red. He’s fuming that Leland has foiled his plans.

But he doesn’t know he should really be worried about me instead.

I’m leaning close to his ruddy cheeks when a smile stretches across my face. Leland pulled his pants back up and fixed him to look like the innocent little man he portrays himself to be, but I need them off for what I’m about to do to him. I slither down to his lap, grab hold of the band, and yank them down to his knees.

“What are you doing, Brie?” the doctor asks as he shifts on his bottom.

“Aw, what’s the matter, doctor? Isn’t this what you wanted from me?”

My voice comes out as sweet as cotton candy. I look up at him with puppy dog eyes and lick my lips seductively. I let my fingertips run over his abs, making the muscles jump. His dick twitches at the slightest touch.

“You like this, doctor?” I coo.

I hold him at the base, running my tongue along his tip, and his dick thickens in my hand.

“Brieanna,” he groans.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you, doctor? I would have given you this if you’d have just asked nicely,” I hum on the tip of his dick.

His body shivers as my breath fans over his cock. I take him in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks and swirling my tongue on the underside of the crown. I take him deep until he hits the back of my throat, which really gets him going. His length grows harder, and his hips begin to rock, thrusting into my mouth. I give him another little hum of vibration before I reach into my scrub pants and pull out the shank Sky left on the shower floor—well, that I stole. It was a thing of hers, and I wanted to keep it.

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