Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,4
to get the hell out of here.” Coughing, I took a deep breath, doing everything I could to control my breathing. I didn’t like the thought of being caged, even under the control of a sexy woman.
“You’re not going anywhere. I have my methods of making you obey, Mr. Dunmore.”
As I gazed into her eyes, my body’s reaction was electric, the desire unlike anything I’d ever experienced. When she gripped my arm in an effort to curtail my actions, a ragged breath escaped from my chest. I managed to stand, towering over her by several inches. “Yes, I am leaving, Doctor. I have a business to run, but I do appreciate your kindness.” The second I took a step forward, my knees buckled, pitching me forward.
She caught me but not before her body was crushed against mine in her attempt to steady me.
I gripped her arms, digging my fingers into the pristine white coat she was wearing, my breath skipping.
Not from pain.
From the hunger sweeping through every cell and muscle, igniting embers I’d long since thought dead.
Her breath caught in her throat, a subtle yet telling moan slipping up from her lovely throat. As she dragged her tongue across her pursed lips, I could almost hear the echo of her rapidly beating heart as she clung to me.
The next few seconds were magical, driving me to another state of being, the kind where I became an absolute predator.
And she was my prey.
The vicious, filthy thoughts that were running through my mind were mirror images of the dream, utterly dark longings of what I craved doing to her. I eased one hand behind her, pressing my palm against the small of her back. The slight action caused another sound to slip past her lips, her eyelids half closing. I drank in her sweet perfume, the mixture of night-blooming jasmine and exotic spices filling my nostrils, the scent intoxicating.
Her entire body shook in my hold, a light flush cresting along her jaw. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
She swallowed visibly then pressed her hand against my chest with just enough pressure the spell was broken. “Mr. Dunmore. My guess is that you’re a powerful and dominating man in whatever you do; however, in my hospital, you are the patient, which means I am in charge. You are going to get back into that bed and you will wait until I discharge you. Do you understand me?”
A smile curled on my lips, my hunger only increasing. I brushed the tips of my fingers down her long strands of hair, every part of me more alive than I’d ever been. “Very well, Doctor, but you need to keep in mind that I always get what I want. I will be released tomorrow. That is without question.”
Dr. Russo exhaled then stared me directly in the eyes, a knowing look on her face. “If you’re a very good boy, we will see. If not, I have no problem getting two very large maintenance workers to tie you to that bed. Trust me, Mr. Dunmore, I also always get what I want.” Giving me a slight push, she guided me backwards until I was forced to sit on the edge of the bed. When she lifted a single eyebrow, I fought to keep a growl from rushing up from the very depths of my being.
She seemed relieved when I didn’t bother fighting her, yet her hands shook as she eased the covers over my legs, almost immediately taking several steps away and turning around. When I spoke, I softened my tone, although the beast clawing at my insides wanted nothing more than to feast on her incredible body.
“It’s very rare that a woman intrigues me the way you do, Dr. Russo. There is nothing more enticing than confidence. While beauty may be in the eyes of the beholder, intelligence speaks to the soul.”
While she remained quiet, I was easily able to tell how nervous she was by the way she fisted her hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Dunmore.”
“Michael. Only the members of my club call me by Mr. Dunmore,” I instructed then attempted to open the drawer on the utilitarian cabinet, assuming my wallet was placed inside. When she turned, likely from the sound, her face was pensive, her gaze enigmatic. She was attempting to delve into my psyche.
“Here, let me help you with that.” As she reached inside the drawer at the same time, our fingers touched. Reacting immediately, she