Page 35 of Mask and the Magnolia
I still don’t move, and I don’t ask Korvin to let go of me. But I can put together enough words to answer him without drooling. “I wasn’t.”
“Mhm.” His fingers flex on my hip as his irises darken right before my eyes then a small smile pulls at his lips seconds before he leans in and nuzzles my neck at the base. “I can smell it, Dr. Reynolds. Your sadness.” Then Korvin pulls me closer, his scent rolling off him in waves as I feel his tongue trace my collarbone before he drags it up to my jaw and gently nips it with his teeth then whispers against my skin. “I can taste it.”
And that is the very moment my body defies all odds, powers through my medication, and I perfume so hard I actually whine. My eyes slide shut as I rub my thighs together, my nails biting into Korvin’s biceps, pulling a grunt from him that has me slicking more than I think I ever have.
“Fuck,” he grunts again, putting space between us before steadying me on my feet.
“Yes.” I nod my head but don’t open my eyes. “That. That’s it.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in front of me briefly, and I quickly force myself to look, thrilled that I did because Korvin Severe is beautiful when he laughs. Even if it’s tiny and seems to surprise him.
“This is going to be a problem.”
I blink at him then frown. “What is?”
“You.”
“Me?” I fix the front of my sweater and check my skirt, definitely insulted by that. “How am I the problem? You’re the one in cuffs.”
My hands fly to my mouth as my eyes go saucer wide but Korvin just laughs again. “True.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I… wait.” I park my hands on my hips and give him a dirty look. “Why don’t you ever talk this much in group?”
“Too many people.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. What about your sessions? It’s only me and Dr. Lowe.” Korvin just arches a brow at me in response, which takes me longer to understand than I’d like to admit but I get it eventually. “Well, I guess we have a problem, then.”
“You don’t talk this much in group or my sessions either, Reynolds.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I cross my arms and lean against the closest piece of furniture.
Don’t need to tell Mr. Severe that’s because I want to bang my mentor. Or that I want to suck said mentor off while the alpha currently staring holes in my head knots my pussy. Or that my fantasies go well beyond his individual sessions and ever since I dropped a dildo and vibrator in front of them, I use those toys every single day after work. Sometimes multiple times. All while thinking of them.
My favorite scenario to torture myself with as of late is one that involves Isaak and I both in heat, being rutted by Severe and Hawthorne while St. James—don’t ask me why, I’m a mess and attracted to him, too—licks my pussy and shoves his dick down the doctor’s throat. Or vice versa. Either way it’s all five of us, and I have no idea why. Aside from being absolutely miserable in my life beyond these walls.
Yep, I’m having the most intense fantasies of my life about a gang bang with three murderers and the doctor I’m working with to treat them.
I am even more fucked up than I thought.
I’ve been trying very hard to push all of those thoughts down and bury them deep but I’m not sure I can anymore. Just like I don’t know how to keep fighting that stupid contract, I have no idea how to keep fighting these feelings.
None of that is appropriate, professional, ethical, or anything else that emphasises all of the ways how I feel is wrong.
Wrong and impossible to act on.
Not to mention super pointless since I’m going to be subjected to nothing but Camden Blackhurst for the rest of my life, and I already know how miserable that’s going to make me.
“It’s not my place to lead group yet.” I clear my throat and fiddle with my hair. “And your session is for you to talk, not me.”
“Yeah.”
I scowl at Korvin. “It’s true. All of it.”
“Sure.”
“You think you know everything, Mr. Severe? Then you tell me why I’m so quiet duringyourtherapy.”
“Because that personalizes things.” He takes a few steps toward me, crowding my space in the best possible way. “Personalizes, and makes it harder to keep us at a distance when you so clearly don’t want that. Don’t you, honey?”
