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Roxy Sinclaire writes steamy, suspenseful romantic stories as the main genre, and this includes a variety of different topics. Some of these include dark romances, action packed romances, mafia romances, and many more. She currently works in customer relations in New York City, but is trying to fulfill her passion in writing and eventually have her dream job become a reality.
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She folded her arms around her middle defensively and snorted, “Well, I wasn’t.” She gave him a fleeting look. Was he psychic or something?
“Are you always wound up so tight?”
“I don’t think it’s any of your concern how tightly wound up I am.”
“Oh, but that’s exactly my business. I will have to do something about that.” He grinned and pressed on the accelerator.
After the short drive, Kiana looked around the restaurant he drove her to. She had only ever stood on the outside of the exclusive place and imagined what it would be like to actually dine inside. A frown formed on her face. Stavros was watching her intently, taking in every emotion that played across her face. She was an open book. Or maybe he was just too good at reading people. “What is it?” He inquired.
Her eyes narrowed, “Why am I here?”
“To eat, Kiana.”
She pursed her lips. “This is highly inappropriate. If I’m now a part of your study, that makes me your patient. This isn’t exactly kosher patient-doctor interaction.”
He lifted his wine glass and took a sip. “I have never been one to play by the rules.” Kiana eyed her glass of red wine and lifted it to her lips. She needed to get plastered to get through the rest of the night. Stavros smiled. “It’s time to order.”
Kiana rolled her food around on her plate some time later, stealing glances at the man in front of her from time to time. He really was a beautiful man. “Are you Greek?” She blurted out the question.
She blushed when he grinned, unfazed. “I am on my father’s side, at least.”
“Oh, ok.” She fell back into silence and continued to shove the contents on her plate around.
“No. I’m more tired than hungry.”
He sat back. Sympathy rose up inside of him. The urge to help her was suddenly more pronounced than urge to take her to the bathroom and fuck her senseless. How strange. He regarded her silently for a while. The lines of stress and lack of sleep were noticeable beneath her eyes. “What happened to bring on your insomnia, do you suppose?”
She shrugged. “You should tell me, you’re the doctor.”
“It could be caused by significant life stress, environmental factors, mental and physical discomfort, lots of things. You must know what causes you stress, surely.”
Kiana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She really didn’t want to dredge up the past right now. “Even if something did happen in my past, I was perfectly fine until two years ago.”
“Hmmm, running from something, are you?”
She scowled. “What kind of a psychiatrist are you, anyway? You’re not supposed to use that judgmental tone.”
He cocked an eyebrow, “This is not a therapy session, Kiana.”
“Well, that’s the only interaction you and I should be having,” she muttered under her breath. “I came to you for help, not to be wined and dined.”
His gaze roamed her face, “Don’t worry. I fully intend to help you tonight,” he drawled.
She glanced at him, and he held her gaze. Something she couldn’t identify flickered in his eyes, sending a shiver through her. She swallowed hard, wanting to ask him how he intended to help her. “Since you aren’t eating, we might as well get out of here.”
“Are you taking me home now?”
“Where are we going?”
“To the clinic. You do want my help, don’t you?”
She stared at him in confusion as he signaled for the check. He looked at her, his expression serious. Something in him had changed abruptly. He looked almost predatory. The check was brought over. She watched him pay a ridiculous amount for their meal in cash and leave a generous tip. He stood up and extended his hand, as she had expected. She took it, afraid of what was to come next.
Kiana eyed Stavros nervously as they pulled up in front of his office building. Shit he was really serious. What could he possibly do for her at the clinic at this time of night? “Well? Let’s go, Kiana.”
“I’m not going into a dark, lonely building with someone who’s basically a stranger.”
“Come on, I won’t do anything you won’t like.” He grinned mischievously and got out of the car, knowing she would follow. He didn’t bother to look back as she got out with an aggravated grunt and followed him into the building.
Kiana maintained her distance as Stavros switched on the light. She spun around in circles. “Where are we?”
“I am giving you an early introduction to the clinic where you will be spending all of your nights for the next two weeks, starting in a few days.”
She looked at the single bed in small room. “How many others will be a part of your study?”
“You and twelve others.”
“So…I’ll be sleeping here with twelve other strangers, for two weeks. Great.”
“You won’t have to interact with any of them. You will have your own room.”
“You sure do have a big office.”
He shrugged, “My office is downstairs. I rented out three floors on this building.”
“Oh, ok. So what will you be doing to help me tonight? Are you going make me lay down on a couch while you ask me questions about my childhood and scribble in a notebook?”
He grinned. “Hardly. I was thinking of something a bit more inventive.” He took slow steps toward her and she instinctively retreated backward. He reached out a hand to tuck a stray lock of her hair. “What did you do with your curls, Kiana?”
She gulped. “I-I flat-ironed my hair.”
“Hmmm. I like your untamed curls. But I suspect you look spectacular with any hairstyle.”
She drew in a breath, “Um, thanks.” She took another step backward, avoiding his touch.
He grasped her wrist and pulled her to him. “Are you afraid of me?”
“Yes,” she blurted in a whisper.
“Smart girl. But I’m not letting you out of my clutches.”
“Stavros—” She was cut off by his lips covering hers. She stiffened, sure that kissing him back would be a big mistake. Yet his mouth moved over hers, and she couldn’t help melting into him. He placed a hand on her hip, pulling her closer while reaching the other hand up to bunch into her hair. He pulled her head back to an angle to accommodate the deepening of his kiss. His tongue delved into the warmth of her mouth and explored slowly.
A low moan escaped Kiana’s lips. He pulled back and stared into her eyes. Her pupils were slightly dilated, and her breaths came out in short puffs. “I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into my office,” he confessed. She held his gaze, speechless. “Time for your therapy session. On the bed, now.”
“I beg your pardon?” She asked horrified.
“You heard me, Kiana. Move.”
She glanced back at the small bed. “I am not getting—” He lifted her and carried her to the bed to dump her unceremoniously onto the mattress. She let out a yelp when he lifted her hands above her head. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you relax a little.” He reached for white straps hanging at the side of the bed and secured her wrists. She gasped, her eyes wide and filled with fear. He ran his fingers down her face. “Don’t worry, Kiana, I won’t hurt you. Not until I know for sure that you will like it,” he added, grinning wickedly.
His words did little to allay her fears. “W-why are there even straps on this bed?” She asked weakly.
“Don’t think about it too hard,” he suggested, moving down to strap her ankles to the bed rail.
“Please, Stavros, this is getting too weird. You should take me home, now.”
He placed a finger over her lips. “This will help you, I promise. I’ll be right back.”
She watched him disappear through the door. She looked around the room frantically and tried to peer through the one-way window. She heard the door open and looked up to see Stavros wheeling in some kind of instrument. “What is that?” She asked, near panic.
“An electrocardiograph to monitor your heart rate,” he responded casually.
She threw him a concerned glance. “Why do you need to monitor my heart rate?” What was he going to do to her? He began to attach the leads, slipping his hand into her dress. Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her breast. The monitor immediately began to beep erratically.
Stavros grinned, “I barely touched you, Kiana.”
She blushed, hating that he now had concrete evidence of the effect he had on her. “I don’t like this. Untie me now, Stavros. I mean it. How dare you tie me to a bed on our first date,” she hissed.
“Ah! So you admit, this is a date.”
She clamped her mouth shut. “Well, considering that you shoved your tongue into my mouth and your hand down my dress and now we’re playing some sick bondage game, it might as well be.”
He chuckled, “You are delightful, Kiana Taylor! I will free you when I’m through.”
She gulped. “Through with what exactly?”
“I told you, I’m helping you relax.”
She didn’t see how any of this would induce relaxation. If anything, she was more on edge than ever. She stilled when his hand trailed down her neck and stopped at her chest. Fingers swiped over her breasts, sending the monitor into overdrive again. His hand strayed down, passing over her abdomen. Stavros grinned. “I like how your body reacts to me.”
“It would react the same way if anyone else touched me.”
“I don’t think so.”
She glared up at him and let out a yelp when his hand brushed over her mound. “Stavros, it’s really time to stop.”
“What? Do you like my hands on you too much?”
“N-no,” she denied feebly. But the monitor keeping track of her heart rate said something else.
“Liar. Quiet, Kiana. You will enjoy this.” He perched beside her on the bed. She felt fingers pushing her panties aside. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She wanted to stop him, but her traitorous body still wanted his touch. He flicked a finger over her clitoris, pulling a moan from her lips. Her body arched upward as he slid one finger into her. “I told you you’d like it,” he whispered. He gazed down at her with a mixture of fascination and pure lust. Her eyes widened, and her pulse picked up even more, leaving her wondering if they’d have actually sex right here in the clinic.
“This is as far as we will go tonight,” he said suddenly, appearing to read her mind once again. “When I take you, you will be begging for it,” he whispered.
She gulped, knowing that he was probably right. Skilled fingers quickly brought her to a body shattering orgasm. She screamed out, unable to contain herself. “Beautiful,” he breathed. “Again.”
“No, I c-can’t.”
He pushed deeper, increasing the pace of his strokes, touching something inside of her that drove her over the edge. Her hips began to move on their own accord, pushing against his hand, begging for another release. “Now, Kiana,” he ordered. To her amazement and embarrassment, her body complied. Another orgasm gripped her, sending her into uncontrollable convulsions. He didn’t stop, soon bringing her to the height of ecstasy once again.
Kiana lay on the bed, her limbs relaxed and totally useless. Her eyelids drooped, and she tried to force them open. Fingers caressed her cheek. “Don’t fight it,” Stavros whispered. She pried her eyes open one last time to look at him. A cold chill ran down her spine. He was looking down at her with rapacious and feral eyes. She caught a glimpse of something dark. She knew he would bring her nothing but trouble. But for some twisted reason, she couldn’t wait for that trouble, and she couldn’t wait until he took things further, giving her more than slight touches with his fingers. He grinned salaciously down at her, indicating that he knew exactly what she was thinking. She scowled. How fucking annoying, she thought before drifting off to sleep.
Stavros stared down at Kiana after she gave in to sleep. He frowned. If it was any other woman, he would have fucked her into tomorrow, right here in the cold, sterile clinic. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do that to Kiana. He studied her relaxed body on the bed for a long while. “I have big plans for you,” he said into the silence. But he knew he would have to be careful with this one—he couldn’t let emotions get in the way too much. He got up and walked out of the room.