Villainess (13 page)

“Yes, I think I can help her. She’s been a tough one to crack but with time—time I haven’t been getting, I think I can get through to her and get a favorable diagnosis. Favorable at least as far as saving her life.” And that was true. Leila didn’t just make me want her sexually, she made me want to help, to cosset, to heal. She affected all of my protective instincts and intrigued me at the same time. She somehow managed to push all of my buttons, even the ones that conflicted with each other.

“Okay, good.” Matt nodded to himself. “But isn’t it irregular to be alone with a patient like that, you know, without any type of guard or whatnot?”

“Yes, it is, but like I said, we’re under a bit of a time crunch. And I don’t really think Leila is dangerous.”
At least not in the way you think I mean. She is most definitely dangerous to me and my sanity.

“Yeah, okay. Do you at least want me to get her to your office before I go see to Noami?”

I resisted the urge to snort. Matt was probably not the best poker player. It was obvious that with Leila being otherwise occupied he suddenly didn’t have an issue with helping another patient. “Yes, that would be…fine.”

As Matt turned to open Leila’s door, adrenaline punched through my system. I still had time to turn back. I hadn’t done anything reprehensible…yet. But as I stood there in that hall, waiting for Leila to be led out, I knew I wasn’t going to back out.

I wanted Leila…and I was going to have her.

Leila

Anticipation hummed through every molecule in my body. I was hopeful that Jonah would go with my plan, but I wasn’t sure.
He might need more time
. Time I didn’t have. I sucked in ragged breaths as the door to my room squeaked open. Who would be on the other side? Matt or Jonah?

When Matt’s blond head appeared, disappointment washed over me, causing me to sag. I knew not to expect Jonah, but I’d been so hopeful.
Too hopeful
. “Come on,” Matt rumbled. “You have a session with Doctor Yoshihara.”

“What? Now?” I’d expected Jonah to come to my room like Matt, but—but okay…I supposed Jonah knew what he was doing. Unless…he was just trying to screw with my head, which wouldn’t surprise me either.

“Yeah. Now. Let’s go.”

I nodded, still unsure of what to think. The moment I met Jonah’s dark gaze, I knew. Desire burned in their fathomless depths—desire for me. One side of my mouth twitched up as I fought the urge to preen. I knew what he was risking—everything. He was risking everything for me.
Yeah, talk about getting my ego stroked.

The three of us made our way to Jonah’s office in relative silence. Matt’s fingers bit into my arm and I fought the urge to shake out from under his tight grasp. I concentrated on keeping my breathing even instead. I was wet just considering the possibilities of what Jonah was about to do to me.

Jonah held the door to his office open, and Matt reluctantly let me go. I didn’t even spare him a parting glance. He was old news. I was about to move on to bigger and better things.
If what I felt pressed up against me the other day was a fair representation—much bigger things
.

“Thanks, Matt. Come back in about an hour,” Jonah said as I brushed past him.

“Are you sure about this, Doctor Yoshihara?”

“Yes, Matt. I thought I made that clear.”

Without another word Matt left and Jonah shut and locked the door behind him. I strolled casually over to the window, staring out into the night where security lights illuminated the outside of the building. “Soo…” I drawled. The ball was currently in Jonah’s court. I’d let him set the pace for the evening. It would give me more power to have him lose control.

Jonah wrapped one arm around my waist and the other in my hair, spinning me around to face him. In one smooth move I was pressed against the wall, his mouth devouring mine. It was surprising—jarring—and sexy as hell. I could taste the lack of control, which was exactly what I’d wanted, in the tension of his lips and the way his tongue wrestled mine into submission. I moaned wantonly, and unabashedly. I wanted Jonah desperately, and I didn’t care if he knew exactly how much.

I shoved at his chest, the abruptness of it causing him to stumble back slightly, just enough for what I had in mind. I dropped to my knees, going straight for his belt. Before he had any real chance to protest, I had his impressive cock out, sucking it into the back of my throat. I hummed with delight. He tasted just like I thought he would—raw masculinity. It’s something you only know what it is if you’ve sampled it, and if you have, you only want more, as ridiculous as it seems. And I wanted more of Jonah. Much more.

“Fuck, Leila—I—just fuck.”

Jonah fisted my hair, tugging painfully, but I didn’t care. I gazed up the line of his body, pleasure twisting in my stomach to see his head thrown back in ecstasy. I was so wet—so fucking wet, and I simultaneously wanted to force him to come in my mouth and to fuck me.
If only there were two of him.
I kept working him over, lost in the indecision my body was forcing me to feel.

Jonah yanked himself out of my mouth, making the choice for me. “I need to fuck you,” he rumbled as his hands tore at my clothes. The next thing I knew, I was naked from the waist down, bent over his desk as he slid into me from behind. We groaned in unison. He stretched me completely, blissfully—perfectly. With a flick of his wrist he gave a quick slap to my ass before beginning to move. And move he did. Brutally.

“Yes, fuck me, Jonah, fuck me!”
Like he needs any encouragement.

Fingers biting into my skin, Jonah’s hips pistoned against me, the sound of our flesh slapping together mixing with our grunts of pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding onto his desk for dear life. Colors danced behind my eyelids, my body coiled tightly, primed for release.

“Harder,” I demanded. “Fuck me harder.” I clawed at his desk, bucking back against him. “Yes—oh God ye—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence before I was convulsing around him, incoherent blabber pouring from my mouth. Jonah groaned loud and deep a few moments later, his dick pulsing just before he pulled out of me abruptly, hot liquid spurting along my back.

When he finally stilled, my body continued trembling with slight aftershocks. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t find the words just yet.

“Fuck, you make me stupid,” Jonah muttered.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I pressed my cheek into the cool wood, smiling at his reaction.

“Not only was I dumb enough to fuck you but I didn’t even use a condom.” I could see him glaring at me in my peripheral vision. And yet despite his hostility, he swiped at the mess he’d left on me with a handful of tissues.

I chuckled. “I’m clean. And I get the shot—or I did—but it’s still good.”

“How do you know Matt’s clean? Fuck. I could lose my career and end up with an STD.”

Anger burned through my veins. A woman can only take so much insult, especially on the heels of letting a man inside her, before she loses her cool. I whirled around, not caring that I was still half naked and that Jonah had already re-secured his pants. “One hand, Jonah. I can count all the men I’ve been with, even you, on one hand. Yeah, so I fucked someone else recently.” I lifted my chin. “But if I’m not mistaken, so have you.”

Jonah glanced away in an admission of his guilt. “No, it’s not—”

“Not what? Like that? I know you’ve been fucking Ella. I knew that first day when she looked at you. Why is that okay, but because I’ve been fucking Matt I’m automatically the dirty one?” I walked over and picked up my pants, shoving my legs back into them and then stuffed my feet back into my slippers. “I’m starting to think you have more issues than I do, Doc. Many, many more.” I quirked an eyebrow.

Jonah’s gaze was steady on mine, even though the emotions in them were tumultuous. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He turned away from me. “I just don’t know which way is up or down anymore.”

I suspected the last part he hadn’t meant to say out loud. “I guess I can forgive you. But you’re going to have to make it up to me, Doc. Big time.” I sidled up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his muscular back. “Don’t be ashamed of being human just because you think you’re above it because of what you do.”

“I don’t think I’m above it.”

I snorted. “Yeah, okay.” I went and sat in his leather chair, propping my feet up on his desk. “You keep beating yourself up over wanting me. Sex—desiring women or men—is a part of human nature.”

Jonah turned towards me, his dark gaze prowling my body. “You’re my patient. Even if I have those desires I’m not supposed to act on them. It’s immoral, not to mention against the rules. I—”

“Well it’s a little too late now, don’t you think?” I hooked my legs over the arms of his chair, spreading them wide. “Unless you think you can just go back to the way it was before? Maybe you feel guilty for cheating on Ella?”

Jonah closed the scant distance between us, dropping down on his knees in front of me. “What do you want from me, Leila? Really? I know all of this just can’t be for sex.”

Maybe it was because he’d just been inside me, or maybe because underneath it all I was lonely, but instead of my usual verbal evasion I decided to be completely truthful with him. “In the beginning I just wanted to make you understand me, that wasn’t a lie.” I inhaled sharply as Jonah knocked my legs off of his chair and tugged at my pants. I lifted my ass in cooperation, and I found myself naked from the waist down for the second time that night.

“But now,” he prompted, sliding my legs over his shoulders, his gaze burning into mine.

“But now I want to own you.”

“Own me?” He dipped his head, flicking his tongue against my wet pussy.

“Yes, own you. I want you for—Oh!” I gasped, his mouth latching onto my clit.

Jonah paused mid-motion, his breath fanning across my heated flesh. “Maybe I’ll own you instead.”

I cried out when he set back in on me, my thoughts fragmenting with the pleasure he was giving me.
If he keeps this up, he might just end up owning me.

Jonah

I’ve treated patients who were considered stalkers. I’d also treated people who had attempted suicide over a relationship ending. In all cases, there was a level of obsession, something that I worked on breaking—re-patterning the response within the brain. I usually attempted to replace it with healthy habits depending on the individual case. Sometimes medication worked well too. Most of those people admitted that they didn’t know why it happened, or why they couldn’t just stop. That’s if they even admitted to having a problem. I realized the instant I slid inside of Leila that she could fast become an addiction. Hell, before I’d fucked her, she already drove me to do stupid things.
And she wants to own you
. Fuck if a part of me didn’t want to just hand myself over to her. I would die a happy man in her arms.

“Mmmm—Jonah—” Leila arched against me, her body trembling under my tongue. Her breathing increased, and her thighs tightened around my ears just before she cried out, incoherent words spilling from her mouth. I continued to lap at her until her aftershocks died down. “No—too much.” She pushed at my forehead and slid away from me. “I need a minute.”

A grin stretched my face and her eyes widened. “I say when you get a break.” I unzipped my pants, my dick already rock hard again, and pressed it to her slick opening. She gasped when I slammed into her.

“Oh, God.”

“Calling me Jonah is just fine,” I rumbled against her neck, goose bumps erupting under my lips.

She grunted, the sound meant to mock me but it quickly morphed into another moan when I rocked against her. “I love how you lose control during sex,” she muttered.

“Only with you. Only fucking with you.” And that was the truth. Even when I’d taken Leila against my desk, much in the same manner as I had Ella so many times before, I’d never once, not even for a second lost control with Ella. Sure, I’d fucked her just as hard and fast as Leila—but with Leila I felt primal, possessive—so far out of control that in those moments I wasn’t even sure if I could define the word. And then afterwards, I wanted to take care for her. I’d impulsively cleaned her off, not wanting to disrespect her. The notion was beyond ridiculous. I hadn’t just lost control during sex—I’d lost control completely when it came to Leila.