Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,3

familiar voice was followed by a deep grumble. I was able to turn my head, struggling to keep my eyes open as Christopher and Gregory walked into the room. I tried to offer some kind of acknowledgment, but all I could do was sneer, my anger furrowing into every cell and muscle. I found it difficult to move my arms, as if they were made of molten lead.

“Jesus. You look like shit, brother,” Gregory offered as he moved closer, shaking his head. Even though his words were harsh, there was concern in his eyes.

Shifting, I gazed from one to the other. “I’ll live.” My words were little more than a ragged whisper.

“Our stoic brother,” Christopher said, laughing. “You worried us, Michael. The doctor said it was touch and go for a little while.”

The doctor.

Incredible green eyes.

A penetrating smile.

A luscious body.

“You actually died on the table,” Gregory said quietly as he walked around me. The sound of his shoes on the floor managed to echo in my ears.

“As... I said. I’m... alive.” I knew the words were little more than ragged grunts and I hated the weakness. “What time is it? Help me get up.”

Gregory glanced at Christopher before he spoke. “You’ve been out for over twelve hours. You’re not going anywhere.”

As I attempted to sit up, every muscle screamed of exhaustion. “Fuck me.”

“Just relax,” Christopher suggested. “At least you survived. Your Lexus? Well...”

A whoosh as the door was opened drew my attention. As the beautiful doctor walked into the room, I was immediately pitched into the visions from before. A sudden rush of adrenaline created a more rapid beeping sound.

Her eyes opening wide, she moved rapidly toward me, glaring at my brothers. “I’m sorry, but you can’t be in here.”

“They’re... family,” I managed as she leaned over. The animal deep within me hungered to the point I had difficulty breathing. The scent of her alone was enough to wrangle the beast from his cage.

“Mr. Dunmore. I don’t give a shit who they are. You need your rest.” She tipped her head, shifting her heated gaze from one to the other.

Christopher backed away first, holding up his hands. “I understand. We will check on you, brother.”

I glared at Gregory as he lifted a single eyebrow, a smirk crossing his face.

“Be nice to your doctor,” he offered. When they both left, I had difficulty facing the fact I was alone. The thought was a crushing reminder of the man I’d become.

She huffed as she took my wrist into her hand, testing my pulse. “I forbid visitors for a reason, Mr. Dunmore. You are still in intensive care.”

“But I survived.” I heard the hoarseness in my voice, as if I’d been put on a ventilator. Swallowing, I studied her intently, mesmerized by her eyes, so green that I envisioned lush meadows.

“Yes, you survived, Mr. Dunmore, but your heart was challenged.” The doctor moved to the other side of the bed, checking the various instruments, darting several glances in my direction. Even the way she twisted her lips was alluring.

“Michael. My name is Michael.” There was something about the beautiful fiery creature that had already captured my desire. With her high cheekbones and voluptuous lips, and hair the color of spun honey, my cock ached to slide into her sweet pussy. She’d been the subject of my hazy dream, the image of her naked body remaining in the forefront of my mind.

“Well, Mr. Dunmore, my name is Doctor Russo. While your vitals are strong, you are going to do everything I tell you to do. Period. Is that understood? I will not accept anything less.”

There’d been no one in my life who’d talked to me in such a demanding manner. Not my father. Not my brothers. And certainly not by any woman who’d been by my side. I was intrigued not only by her beauty but her intense demeanor, the way her brow furrowed as she studied my vital signs.

However, I refused to stay in the hospital. Not only did I hate feeling like a prisoner in my own body, an intense nagging remained in the back of my mind, the fog penetrating my brain waves further increasing the anger.

I shifted, pushing back the sheets, wincing as I attempted to throw my legs over the edge of the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Dr. Russo asked, her tone demanding as she rushed around the end of the bed. “Get back in bed.”

“I’m sorry, Doctor, and I know you mean well, but I need