Flesh: Part Five (The Flesh Series Book 5) Read Free Page B

“I'm
fine, Doctor Reddick. If our business is done here, I'd like to go.”
I start walking towards the door, but Lucian gets in the way. My eyes
meet his chest, but I refuse to look at his face.
    “ You
look like you need to talk.”
    “ I'm
fine.” I brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
    “ I
know what not fine looks like, Amy.” He reaches out to me
again, this time grabbing me by the shoulders and roughly turning me
around. A small gasp escapes my lips as I feel him push me forward,
holding me by the shoulders, steering me towards the bed. “We're
going to sit down and talk.”
    “ I'm
not interested in talking to you.” I try to pull away from him,
but he's too strong.
    He doesn't let me go
until I'm facing his bed. For a moment, I think he's going to take
advantage of me. A deep feminine part of me wants it. I like it when
he's rough. I like it when he takes what he wants.
    Instead though, he
turns me back around, caging me in with his body. When I finally look
up at him, his expression is dead serious, and it makes me want to
cower.
    “ Talk
to me,” his voice is surprisingly gentle.
    “ I
have nothing to say.” I turn my face away from him.
    He grabs my chin,
directing my head forward. His eyes are hooded with desire. “Then
be with me.”
    Lucian
leans in to kiss me, and every mechanism in my body seems to freeze.
Inside, I'm already crying as his soft lips touch mine. I'm crying
because I know I'm about to give in. His mouth is just too sweet. I
don't want to resist him. I want to kiss him back and feel his hard
cock pressing against me and spread my legs for him like a hoe. Like
a hoe. Those
words stick in my mind, and I somehow manage to find the strength to
push him away. Hard.
    He loses his balance
and stumbles back. I'd be amazed that I was capable of using such
force if I wasn't busy wiping my mouth and glaring at him. The part
of me that doesn't care if I lose my job comes out. Rubbing away his
kiss is a slight, and I can tell that he took it as such, because he
narrows his eyes.
    “ Did
I do something wrong?” He keeps his distance, crossing his arms
over his chest.
    “ You've
done plenty,” my voice sounds venomous, full of more disdain
than I've ever heard from it before.
    “ I
feel like I'm missing something.”
    “ I'm
not interested in this.” I gesture around his room.
    “ You're
not interested in redecorating my room?” He quirks an eyebrow.
    I sigh, drawing my
hand up to my temple in frustration. I can't believe the words that
are about to come out of my mouth, partly because they're not true
and partly because I know they're going to cost me my job. “I'm
not interested in you.”
    As soon as I say
them, a wave of emotion crashes down on me. Tears fly to my eyes at
lighting speed. I can't do this anymore. I can't be around him like
this. And I definitely don't want him to see me cry again.
    I wrap my arms
around myself, hugging my purse to my chest as I make a break for the
door. Even though my ankle still hurts a little, it doesn't stop me
from running. Before I even reach the door though, Lucian's strong
arms are around me, pulling me back.
    He holds me against
him, and I desperately try not to sob as I tell him to let me go. He
doesn't. His arms are like iron around me, unyielding. I attempt to
pry them off of me, but he doesn't budge.
    “ Calm
down,” he whispers into my ear.
    “ Please,
just let me go,” I whimper.
    He kisses the back
of my head, which only makes me break down that much more. Soon, I'm
sobbing uncontrollably, and I'm hating myself for it. Somehow, Lucian
manages to turn me around in his arms, and I surrender completely,
burying my face against his chest to cry. The entire time, he softly
rakes his fingers through my hair and tries to comfort me. It's
absolutely infuriating, especially since he's the problem.
    “ Are
you feeling a little better now?” he asks once I've calmed a
bit. He leans back, looking at my face and brushing my tears