Page 15 of The Torturer's Target

In the bedroom, she climbed in with him, got into the space in between his spread legs, and before Rex could say in a word, her head dipped. He let out a raspy groan as she took him deep into her warm and welcoming mouth.

Her tongue drew imaginative patterns on his tip, as she glided around it and went further down his dick with calculated strokes and skill. And after a while of teasing, she increased her pace and took him in further, until he hit the back of her throat. Then she simply held him there and sucked him so damn hard that Rex was howling and twitching in pleasure, his hands trembling and his toes curling. He was in heaven.

She didn’t let go until he crashed over the edge and she reluctantly swallowed his release. Then she straightened and wiped the smeared side of her mouth with the back of her hand. Rex laid there, reveling in his aftermath. So languid, he could feel sleep hovering.

“Get out.”

“What?” Rex’s eyes shot open and met with her sinister eyes. She had been generous with him today, making him come. He didn’t want to anger her. He pushed himself up from the bed. “Can I get a moment to put on my jeans?” He picked up his pants from the floor.

Tesiera shook her head, pointing toward the door.

Rex nodded and started walking out of the room, half naked. He was about to open the door but paused, turning around to face Tesiera. “Um, do you think I can spend the night?”

So quick that she was almost a blur of movement, she reached for a knife and threw it at him.

The knife made contact with his thigh, and he grunted. His eyes widened at the exceptionally tiny knife that stuck out of his thigh and the blood that trickled from the wound it made. “Fuck!”

She walked forward and ruthlessly pulled the knife, taking her weapon back. Her scowl deepened at the blood contaminating her precious knife. She pinned him with furious eyes and said through gritted teeth. “The next time I say walk, you run.”

“Yes, ma’am. “

She took his hand and shoved the knife into his palm. “Have her cleaned and returned to me tomorrow morning.”

“I will, ma’am.”

“Now go.”

Rex practically ran out of her bedroom. Within seconds, she heard the front door open and close.

Suddenly, her phone rang and she checked the caller ID: it was Big Cat. She answered and listened as he gave her the address to an underground club, requesting her immediate presence. She asked what was going on.

“It's about Maximilian Kingston,” he replied.

Tesiera agreed to go and hung up before pocketing her phone.

“Try to get some rest,” Pattie said to Max. “I know you love to work but try not to overdo it. Fortunately, the hospital is relieving you of your duties for a week. That’s enough time to give your legs a break.” Nurse Pattie continued. “You make it seem like getting stabbed in three different places is a walk in the park, but I know those wounds must be hurting like hell.”

Max replied with a kind smile, “I’ll be fine, Pattie. Stop worrying so much.”

Pattie still looked concerned. “I still can’t believe someone would stab someone in a fighting ring. I thought weapons were prohibited.”

“They are,” Clinton answered, “but this guy has a grudge against the Kingston family. He pretended to be a fighter and snuck into the arena. By the time we realized what was happening, it was too late.” Lies with a bit of truth were the best way to keep things private, he thought.

The nurse shook her head, clearly upset. “I’m just glad you and Bose were there to put pressure on the wounds before help arrived. If he had bled out...”

Max interjected. “Hello? I’m still here.” He waved at them from the bed. “Stop worrying, Pattie. I’m a doctor too, remember?”

The nurse muttered under her breath as the door opened and Bose entered with a wheelchair. “Your doc told me he’d discharged you. It’s okay to go home, boss.”

Max sighed in relief. “Thank God. I thought I was going to go crazy.” Getting discharged had taken far more time than he’d expected; it was already night.

Clinton helped the doctor get into the wheelchair, and Bose began wheeling him out of the room. Pattie followed them to the entrance of the hospital and said, “Don’t forget to schedule your follow-up appointment, Dr. Kingston. It’s imp….” The automatic doors cut her off as they shut behind the men. Max chuckled and shook his head.

Bose said, “That pretty nurse has a huge crush on you, boss.”

“I don't think it's just a crush. I believe she's in love with him,” Clinton added with a smirk.

“Pattie is friendly towards everyone—patients and doctors alike,” Max explained.

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