Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1)

by Mason, Renea

  When I stood up his body pinned me to the front of the desk. My thighs rested against the mahogany woodwork that decorated the edge of the work surface.

  He wound his arms around me, reaching under my breast and up to grasp my chin. Oh God, the feel of him, his scorching body against my back, cock hard and breath hot on my neck. “You left.”

  Air was in short supply. The effect he had on me couldn’t be denied. Relief that we were done pretending flooded through at the same time as dread.

  His finger stroked my cheek.

  “Yes. I can take a hint. The driver said you called him that morning. Besides, you made it clear.”

  He gripped me a little tighter. “Did I? What exactly was clear to you, Elaine?” His voice was rough as he growled the words.

  “One week. That’s all. You stay in your world, and I go back to mine. Wasn’t that the agreement?”

  His hand grasped my breast and squeezed. “Yes, but I was pretty certain we amended that agreement when I told you I loved you.”

  I was suddenly glad that I wasn’t facing him. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. That was the scene I relived every night, followed by the driver asking me if my bags were ready. I swallowed hard, trying not to cry.

  “I did call the driver. After I called and arranged to have the seat beside you on the flight back. I planned to come with you.”

  Oh God. The seat beside me in first class had been empty.

  “I left for my morning jog and when I returned you were gone.” He squeezed my chin. “My life had fallen apart, and the one thing I needed most left me.”

  Now I was angry. Why did he take so long to tell me? I had been miserable. He could have found me at any time.

  “I didn’t leave you. If I had known, I would have stayed.”

  “What did you think I was doing? Pretending?”

  Tears escaped, rolled down my cheeks, and pooled between my face and his fingers. There was no hiding it now. “Role playing. I thought it was part of the game. What took you so long to tell me?”

  “Was your reaction to me a game? A role you were playing?”

  “Of course not.”

  He sighed. “I was on my way to the airport. I had every intention of tracking you down, when Sebastian called. Miriam killed herself.”

  “Oh no.”

  “Her note to you was her final atonement. But that meant two things. I had a friend to console, and any hope of getting answers to my fucked up past were gone.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Sebastian was prepared to lose her to the disease, but he couldn’t handle her decision when she still had life in her.”

  I gripped him and stroked his arm through the fabric of his jacket.

  “The more time that passed, the more I convinced myself that perhaps it was for the best. As I helped Sebastian with his grief, my own changed.” He placed a soft kiss to my neck. “I poured through the documents in Lydia’s office and grew angrier and angrier. Did you know that my name isn’t Xavier Vincent? I was patient X in something called the Veritas Project. When I was placed with the original people I thought were my parents, it was the name I was given.”

  “Oh my God.”

  “I’m the result of an experiment. A secret society of psychiatric professionals, who think it’s their right to mind fuck people at their whim, for whatever perversion they have. They are rich and virtually unstoppable.”

  “So are you.”

  He paused. He kissed my neck, nipping slightly with his teeth. “This is why I love you. But you have to understand, I don’t know who I am. Xavier Vincent lab rat doesn’t exist anymore. I answer to no one. I’m going to hunt them down one by one and expose them.” His lips played across the divot at the base my throat.

  My heart raced, ached and swelled. His love wasn’t imaginary, but his pain was more than even I had the capacity to understand.

  He sucked in a deep breath. “Remember how we made rain in the gallery?”

  I swallowed hard. How could I forget? “Yes.”

  “There was one part of the story I left out. The king, after watching his wife be ravished, and made to come repeatedly for hours on end by the town’s men, stands up from his throne, and with the townspeople gathered around, he is the final one to take his wife.”

  His hand moved from my breast and began scooting my skirt up my thighs. “They believed the last man to take her would be the father of any children produced, so there were never any bastard children. Have you been with anyone else since me?”

  “Are you kidding? No, I haven’t been able to think straight, let alone think about dating.”

  “Good.”

  “What if I had said yes?”

  “I’d demand it never happen again. Your king is here to take back what belongs to him.” With both hands he worked my skirt up my thighs, bunching it around my waist. “This will be most poetic.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, bent me forward, sliding his fingers inside my panties and between my folds.

  “What do you mean?” I groaned as he began stroking my clit.

  “You see the king knows his queen’s body better than anyone else, and in front of all of the town’s people he makes her come one last time. He fucks her with everyone standing witness. He is the last to spill his seed inside her and in the process he ends his sacrifice.” He rubbed harder, and on the down stroke his fingers entered me. “I am ready to reclaim you. We’d both be fired if I fucked you on the conference room table in the meeting, so here’s the plan.”

  He increased his rhythm. His other hand slipped inside my shirt and teased my nipple, while he pressed his hard cock tight against my ass.

  “I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to come inside you. We’re going to go back to that meeting together, and there will be no doubt in their minds what happened. I’m going to make sure you are well fucked before you return.”

  “But aren’t you worried about what people will think?”

  He buried his fingers deep. “Yes, I’m worried one of them might not know that you belong to me. This pussy is mine. For my entire life everyone else has made the rules for me. I’m taking back control and I’m starting with you.” He kissed up my neck to my earlobe and I moaned. “Even if you had said you’d left on purpose, you weren’t getting away. I’m not a victim anymore, Elaine. I’m your king. I will conquer you. Possess you to make sure that when I finally find who I really am, there’s something to ground me in who I wanted to be.”

  The harder and faster his fingers moved, the slicker I became. “Come for me, my queen. Let them all know who you belong to.”

  He sucked hard on my neck and his pelvis thrust against my ass. Rapid thrusts in and out of me, his thumb moved to my clit rubbing in time with his penetrating fingers.

  I threw my head back against his shoulder as euphoria flooded my mind.

  “Oh, Xavier. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

  “Now, do it now.”

  He turned my head to the side and captured my lips. His tongue slid into my mouth as his fingers fucked me hard. He swallowed my moan and I shook with ecstasy.

  A few more strokes over my wet core and his hand disappeared. The distinct sound of a lowering zipper filled the room.

  His cock’s head touched my thighs and he pushed me forward on the desk.

  His hands moved between my legs and widened my stance. He nudged at my entrance, placed his hands on my hips and pulled me back, burying his cock to the hilt.

  “Fuck. You feel so good. Even better than I remembered.”

  He started with a steady rhythm and moaned with each thrust.

  “I love you, Elaine. I hope you can love who I become.”

  Big thrust. He wrapped his fist in my hair, stealing the words from my lips.

  “Because, Elaine, I need you to be my constant. To tame the beast that’s out for vengeance. To be the one thing I can depend on. You told me the truth when walking away would have been easier. With you I’ll find that pie
ce of me that I’m afraid I’ll lose in all this rage.”

  Harder and harder he pounded. I shifted my hips giving him deeper access and his balls slapped against my swollen clit.

  “Fuck,” he gasped as I came again. Squeezing him, making me feel deliciously full. He was a large man and the new tightness spurred him on.

  “You’re so tight. I can’t get enough. God…so fucking good.”

  I gripped the desk and held on while he slammed into me, wet flesh slapping against wet flesh.

  “I’m going to come, Elaine. I’m taking back my queen.” A deep thrust. “Fuck.”

  Sharp, deep thrust followed by warmth and more fullness.

  He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the back of my neck. Between heavy breaths he whispered, “I love you, Elaine. Nothing will ever change that.”

  The sound of laughter drifted in from the elevators as people returned from lunch.

  I tried to stand up. Before I could, he pulled out and spun me around to face him. He sat me on the edge of the desk and reached between my legs and pulled my panties back into place and ran his fingers over them, moistening them with the evidence of our love making.

  “Just in case you decide to freshen up.”

  “Don’t you trust me?”

  He cupped my face. I breathed deeply; our combined scent, heady. “You are the only thing I trust. The question is, can you trust me enough to let me love you like I need to now? I need your surrender.”

  “I surrender, because I love you, my king.” He stared deep into my eyes, searching for something, and after a moment responded with a kiss more passionate than any before.

  As he released my lips, he tucked himself in, zipped up. He helped me off the desk to stand and smoothed down my skirt.

  “Let’s go present my queen.”

  I laughed. “They’re going to think I slept with you to get you off my back about the presentation.”

  A quick kiss. “You needn’t worry. In my kingdom, you and I will rule as equals. Only in my chambers will you submit. They will have no doubt that what you did was not a favor. Besides, I made all of that up, there was no report. I’m fully prepared to tell them about how you put me in my place. Does it bother you that I just had my way with you in your office? Afraid they’ll accuse you of fucking the boss?”

  “Well…I do have to continue working here after you get bored.”

  “What?” His eyes narrowed, and turned cold as steel.

  “I mean… I just…” I stared past him at the floor.

  He placed his hands on either side of my face. “Look here.” He forced me to meet his gaze. “This isn’t some passing fancy. You’ve consumed my every thought since you left Paris. Even those thoughts you shouldn’t have.” He tightened his grip on my face. “I’m standing on the precipice of hell, knowing I have to jump. And even though it’s wrong of me, I want you with me. If you want me to tell them that, I will.”

  “No,” I said, feeling stupid for my moment of doubt.

  “Besides, we’ll both need to take a leave of absence to hunt down these bastards.”

  “But the other cure…my job…”

  “Please understand, until this is sorted out, I can’t clear my head enough to work on it.”

  How could I blame him? After my dad’s discovery, I was pretty much worthless. “Fair enough. But my job…and how are you going to explain this?” I traced the line of his lip.

  He reached up and pulled the birdcage necklace from my shirt and held it up for me to see.

  “Your job will be here for you when we’re done. That’s if you still want it. You might find being queen a more fitting position.” He smiled. “As for us…you freed me. I won’t let them put you in a cage. I love you, Elaine. That’s what I’ll tell them. I just hope that you can learn to love me, because Xavier Vincent was an illusion.”

  “What makes you think I haven’t seen the real you from the beginning?”

  He raised my hand to his lips placing a soft kiss. “Maybe you have and that’s why I had to have you. Now if you can survive the truth…”

  “At least in truth there is no pain, because it can’t be undone. People are wrong, when they talk of the painful truth. It’s not the birth of the truth that causes the most agony; it’s the death of the lie that leaves us crippled. And most excruciating are those false truths we weave for ourselves. Lies unravel, painful stitch by stitch. In truth, Doctor, you’ll find the cure for every lie.”

  “And for me that cure is you.”

  End of book one.

  About the Renea Mason

  Renea Mason, author of the award-winning novel, Symphony of Light and Winter, writes erotic paranormal and contemporary romance.

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  Symphony of Light and Winter – Symphony of Light, Book #1

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  3rd place award for Best New Paranormal Romance of 2013 in The Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewers Choice Awards

  Finalist in the Paranormal category for the Passionate Plume Contest sponsored by the special interest chapter of the Romance Writers of America – Passionate Ink

  Finalist for Best First Book in the National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award sponsored by the First Coast Romance Writers – Romance Writers of America Chapter

  Finalist in the Heart of Denver Romance Writers of America Chapter’s Heart Aspen Gold Contest for Paranormal Romances

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