Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,5

jerked her hand away, biting her lower lip as if she’d been scalded while taking the action.

I never allowed my eyes to leave her as I retrieved my wallet, finding one of my business cards highlighting the club. “If I may, I’d like to borrow your pen.” I held out my hand, assuming she would oblige.

She remained curious as I scribbled an address on the blank side. After handing her both card and pen, she brushed the tip of her finger across my embossed name, her lips moving slightly repeating my full name. Her eyes narrowed when she read the other side, shifting in my direction a few seconds later. “What is this?”

“An address for my favorite club. While it’s very quaint, they have some of the most intense jazz musicians in DC. I hope that you’ll meet me for a drink tomorrow night at nine-thirty.”

“It remains uncertain whether you will be released by then,” she stated defiantly.

“I assure you that I will be, Dr. Russo.”

The electricity shared between us threatened to explode.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Dunmore, I will not be available. We’re not allowed to date our patients.”

Refusing to blink, I held her gaze for several seconds, noticing that she pocketed the card.

“Rest assured, after today I will no longer be your patient.”

An incredulous look on her face, she shook her head slightly.

“I do hope that you will alter your plans, Doctor. It would be a shame to enjoy an entire bottle of Chateau Margaux all by myself. I prefer to indulge in my dark proclivities with a beautiful woman by my side. And while I’ve been known to bite, that’s usually only after a second date.”

I adored her rebellious attitude, although I was a keen observer. Her hunger was evident by the shimmer in her eyes.

She gave me an incredulous look, before once again backing away, stopping only briefly after she’d opened the door. “I will check in on you later today, Mr. Dunmore. Make certain and get some rest or I will make arrangements for you to do so.”

“One more thing, Dr. Russo. If you do decide to join me, understand that you will be opening the door to an entirely different world.”

“How so, Mr. Dunmore?”

“I meant what I said, Doctor. I take exactly what I want.”

She hesitated, taking a deep breath. Her subtle action only fueled the fire burning deep within.

When she left, I closed my eyes, my cock aching from intense arousal. Everything about her was exactly what I craved, my balls tightening at the thought of stripping her free of her tight confines. I wanted nothing more than to indulge her with a taste of a firm hand, the freedom to explore all the darkness that dwelled within her.

I would taste her.

Train her.

Fuck her.

Then she would surrender to me, body and soul.

Chapter Two

Sophia

“Get the crash cart. Now!” I yelled over the noise, my voice barely reaching the other side of the room. I rushed toward the man lying on the table, the flatline on the monitor pissing me off. The accident was horrific, at least four vehicles involved, including a bus. There were patients stacked in every room, at least eight waiting in the hallway, and more on the way. Only the most critical were being attended to. This was the third patient I’d seen in barely fifteen minutes, the first losing their battle quickly.

I rubbed the arm of my jacket across my forehead, trying to catch my breath as I studied the hallway outside of the exam room. Dozens of people rushed by, nurses racing from one location to another. The sight of blood caught my attention, my jacket covered in splotches. After taking a deep breath, my patience level reached its limit. “Where is that crash cart?”

I heard the squeak of wheels as a nurse burst into the room, pushing the cart in front of her. “Here you are, Doctor.”

Giving her a hard glare, I yanked it closer, preparing the system. “Come on, buddy...” Hell, I realized didn’t even know his name. For some reason it seemed vitally important, although I had no time to find out. I’d pulled ER duty all week, likely because I’d managed to piss off the hospital administrator. At least I wasn’t working the graveyard shift. Then I’d get to experience the most horrific traumas.

The flurry of activity in the room felt more suffocating than normal, my heart racing from the sweep of adrenaline. “Stand back,” I barked as I held the paddles in the air, glancing one last