Mind to Bend (Stolen Obsessions Book 1)

I leave Seraphina with Tasha to make her appointments. With my fingertips blazing at the memory of her skin, I’m buzzing at the inevitability of seeing her again. How I wish it wouldn’t be odd to stand beside her and encourage her to take the next available appointment because I can already feel the separation from her like a physical loss.

Heading back to my office, I have to stop myself from glancing over my shoulder, hoping to see her juicy ass. Thoughts of her ass are only making my pants tighter and my walk less comfortable. Conjuring up Seraphina’s stunning yellow-green eyes and pretty petal lips in my mind doesn’t exactly calm me down, but thinking of something else is impossible. So this will have to be enough.

My thoughts wander from her eyes to the last hour. I need to go over all the things she said and learn from what she shared. It’s a shame he was there for our first meeting, but fair enough for him to be present for the last moment she belonged to him.

None of this was what I expected when I checked my calendar this morning and found that I had a new couple to counsel. Upon seeing Seraphina, a zip of lightning ran straight from the base of my brain through my heart and to my cock. I don’t believe in soulmates or magic, but I know damn well what belongs to me, and that woman is mine. I bite my knuckles until I can put myself into some semblance of control and let myself into my office.

Typically, I dread new patients, but given the fact that I’ve not been in this office for three months yet, they’re all new. Although that feels no more than a blip of time, my old life and city are far off in my rearview—where they belong. My family has no reputation here, and that’s exactly what I need.

Even though it’s necessary, I still don’t particularly enjoy this part of my job. Getting new patients and building relationships with them is tedious and time-consuming. I prefer the stable portion, where I can guide them toward the best versions of themselves, all while getting the profound satisfaction of knowing I control their lives. Lives I could break if I so choose.

Couples counseling is more interesting in some ways. I like the spectator sport of mediating disagreements. People who’ve been in love, stayed together for years and had children, have more pain and baggage than I can imagine. But I’m not a sadist, and their pain isn’t satisfying to the hungry thing inside me. Once they mend fences or divorce, they’re usually out the door, and only a select few stay on as my patients.

I’m so fucking hard now it’s disgusting. Thoughts of controlling every aspect of Seraphina’s life run rampant through my head, and I can’t take it. My cock leaks as I imagine her flushing under my praise, flourishing under my instruction. I realize with a smile that I was never going to fix their marriage. I shut the door behind me and lean against it before going to my desk.

After my initial reaction to meeting Seraphina, her beauty, innocence, and bravery only charmed me further. I’m nothing if not rational, and I would happily ignore my response to her if she weren’t also perfect. Revealing the painful details of their relationship must have been close to impossible between her hangups and her fear of Tim’s anger. She didn’t outright say she fears him, but that’s what her body language told me. I’m not yet sure what to make of everything she disclosed. Did she feel free to speak because she felt safe with me? Or is my girl so desperate to get free she’s willing to take the risk?

Either way, I don’t like it.

I work my belt buckle loose as I sit and lean back in my chair. I quickly unzip my pants, get my cock in my hand, and shiver like a virgin as I wrap my fingers around it. I guess that’s fair too, considering my Angel’s inexperience. I wonder if she knows how delectable she looked and felt in my arms. If she could feel how badly I wanted her, how desperately I needed to trample the lines between us… The idea that she doesn’t know how desirable she is enrages me as much as it turns me on, and I take my frustrations out on my cock.

I replay the memories as I squeeze and pump myself, rolling my thumb over the leaking slit at the image of her long blonde hair and overly plush lips. I want to bite those lips, suck them into my mouth, and gnaw at them. Lap up her tears, sweat, and cum. The urge to taste and know every inch of her is damn near impossible to deny.

I picture myself turning over every stone in her mind along with every secret and thought, like panning for gold. I want to mix her up thoroughly, and I want to drown in her.

Despite the mom jeans she hid herself in, she has a fantastic ass. Irresistibly round and biteable. I wish she wore something more revealing, not because I’m concerned, but because I want to know her now. Does she have a freckle on her thigh that tastes as sweet as she looks? Maybe a few scars? I want to know them all, taste her secrets. I’ll listen intently to all of her stories and trace every line that makes her.

Accepting her past with Tim will be incredibly simple. I will free her by snipping the remaining tethering threads one by one until she doesn’t even remember the man she used to call husband. Given my position as their psychiatrist, I like my odds. I will take her for myself regardless of who Tim is as a man. He could be a saint who donated his life to charity and the poor, and I would still take and taint her. But she wouldn’t be mine if she wasn’t better for having me. Seraphina needs me as much as I need her.

From ignoring her and regarding her with disgust to stepping over her, Tim is a big part of why Seraphina thinks she’s trash. The permanent slump to her shoulders takes an inch or more off her height. She cowers, looks down, and shuffles through life like a show dog awaiting her next beating, and I can’t help but point fingers at the man holding the leash.

The thought fucking pisses me off, and I grip my cock too hard. My balls tingle in response to the overstimulation. I loosen my grip but speed up my tempo, thinking about the satisfaction of fitting my impressive cock in her tight cunt.

She’s a virgin. He’s never touched her.

Her scent still clings to my shirt and skin, teasing me with how close I was to her. Every inch of me aches with the need to correct her virginal status. I don’t think fucking makes someone more or less valuable, but the fact that she is a virgin only confirms what I knew the moment I saw her.

She is mine so innately that the man who married her has never claimed her. Mine on every level to the point her pheromones make his dick soft. I’m so close as I imagine filling her with my cum until the scent of my ownership seeps out of her.

My mental image of her tits and pussy remains nondescript. I don’t want to disgrace my future wife, the mother of my children, by imagining some other cunt between her perfect thighs.

A soft noise startles me out of the moment, and my eyes snap open. Realizing I’m not alone, pale green and yellow eyes meet mine. Seraphina’s plush lips part in surprise, the perfect opening to tease the head of my cock into. Her nostrils flare, and I hope she’s equal parts scandalized and turned on. Her pupils blow out, and I’m sure I’ve gotten my wish.

“Seraphina,” I grunt her name as I come all over my fucking hand.

I’m not sure what I plan to do, but I’m getting to my feet with my cock still out, my hand coated in my cum. Seraphina is already gone, the door slamming shut behind her as she races away.

“Fuck!”

I grab some tissues and clean myself off. My cock hangs heavier than usual, already hardening and preparing to drive me insane with my need for her. I shove it into my boxer briefs, pull up my pants, and follow after her.

I am not intending on dragging her back here, holding her down by her pretty throat, and fucking her until she’s taken multiple loads of my cum, but tell that to my raging erection.

I do my best not to get caught running as I fly past the reception desk, where my secretary Tasha is, to my surprise, absent. I race to the elevators, knowing I’m behind Seraphina. There are two, and I hope I’ll catch the one she didn’t use. It comes quickly, and as short as the ride is, I still can’t find her on the ground floor. I keep looking, even though no one is here. Why did she come back, and where is she now?

That’s not a question I intend to leave unanswered.