Curing Doctor Vincent (The Good Doctor Trilogy Book 1) (13 page)

“So that’s the real
reason you won’t have sex with anyone?”

“Yes. I won’t risk
anyone else. There must be some kind of monster in me for that to happen, so I
have to keep it in control at all times. That’s why I don’t participate and I always
have at least one more person present. So if you want to leave, I won’t stop
you.”

But he was not a
monster. I knew what a monster looked like. My father’s despondent stare when
he was arrested was unmistakably evil. He wore his role of father like a mask,
but when it came off, there was no denying what he was. My father had always
been perfect because it was a role. So stereotypical because that’s what he
needed to be. Xavier was too raw and unrehearsed to be hiding a demon. Regardless
of what had happened on that night or whether he did real time or not, he had paid
for his crime. “Xavier, look at me.”

He did, but there was
reluctance in his movements.

I searched his eyes
for anything that hinted at deception, but I was met with grief, guilt, regret
and fear in the red-rimmed eyes that refused to cry, but wanted to so
desperately. There was no hint of what I’d seen in my father’s eyes—neither
the perfection nor the chaos. “I’m not leaving. I’ve seen monsters. You are not
one of them.”

“You can’t argue with
truth.”

I placed my hand on
his thigh. “You’re right. You have a condition that caused a tragedy. You could
have as easily been a narcoleptic and fallen asleep at the wheel of a car. You
had no intent to kill her. A monster is someone who looks for a victim, chooses
his prey and hides the bodies, all while eating dinner with his family every
night and attending children’s soccer games. Just so when the headlines hit the
paper, they can call him the perfect family man.”

“Your father?’

“Yes, Daniel Simon
Watkins, otherwise known as the Basement Killer. All of his victims were found
bound and tortured in their own basements. And just to add a little interest to
the game, he hacked off various pieces of them and hid them in random locations
just to make the investigation more entertaining. He didn’t stop killing. He’d
still be arranging hunting trips today if he could. Yes, that sick bastard hid everything
from us. That is a monster. Not you.”

“I’m so sorry,
Elaine.”

I threw back his
words. “Oh, don’t feel sorry for me. Had I paid a little more attention, had I
questioned a few strange coincidences, the toolbox in his car that didn’t make
sense, those women would be alive. I could have stopped him. But I was so
wrapped up in what I wanted to believe that I didn’t see the truth. I feel
responsible for all of them.”

He grabbed my hand
and squeezed.

“I decided that day,
the day he admitted to it all to save his life, to open my eyes. To watch what
goes on around me. It was my sister who saved me. My mother was killed in a car
accident when I was eight. My father played the perfect grieving widower. My
sister is everything to me, and if you had gone to prison, if your life had
taken any other course, she’d be dead. So forgive me, I don’t mean to be
callous, but I think you’ve more than atoned for your sins. You may have taken
a life, but you have saved so many more. And most importantly, when I look in your
eyes, I see nothing but compassion.”

“Elaine…” He said my
name as though it were an apology. “Now do you see why I wanted to let you go
home?”

“I see why you made
that ridiculous choice, but I still don’t agree with it.”

He turned sideways,
facing me full-on. “You can’t be serious.”

I returned his stare.
“Why?”

“I just told you I
murdered someone.”

“And I just told you
that my negligence lead to the deaths of countless women who were raped,
tortured, hacked into pieces and left to die in their own basements. We all
have our demons. It’s all about whether or not you rise above them. Besides, we
all walk away, right? Secrets intact.” I blinked and it occurred to me. “Wait.
I’m sorry. Maybe you don’t want me after learning the truth.”

“Nothing could be
further from the truth.”

I leaned in just
close enough that I could feel his breath, but not close enough to touch his
lips to mine. “Xavier?”

He released his
response on a breathy whisper. “Yes.”

“I want to make
something clear.”

“Yes.”

I inhaled and held my
breath, slightly longer than comfortable. “I want you.”

My lips collided with
his. His hand clutched the back of my head, holding me to him.

“Fuck. Do you know
how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that?”

I wanted to forget. I
needed him to forget. Time was running out.

I glided my hands
over his thigh and across to his zipper, and our tongues danced. I rubbed his
length and he hardened in my hand; I squeezed and stroked with slow, seductive
caresses.

He took long shaky
breaths.

“If it were just the
two of us…tonight…and we…we were uninhibited. What would you do to me?”

He moved his hand to
rest on my breast and his lips peppered kisses along my neck. “I dream the same
dream about you every night. I have since that conference where you delivered
that idiot a hard dose of reality in front of everyone.”

He nipped my neck
with his teeth.

“The first thing I’d
do is bury my head between your legs and lick you until you screamed my name.”
He pressed me closer to him. “Every time you’re aroused…it’s like my body knows
and I can barely focus. You are not good for my concentration, Ms. Watkins.”

“Are you saying that
I’m standing in the way of medical progress, Doctor?”

“I should be focused
on molecules and cells; instead all I can think of is how much I want to make
love to you. I want so badly to make you come.”

“Well, rest assured I
have no intention of impeding medical progress.”

I stood, hiked up my
dress and slid my panties down my legs

“What are you doing?”
He rubbed his hands on his pants.

“Consider it my
contribution to science.” I handed him the undergarment.

He rolled it up and
placed it in his pocket just as he did in the restaurant earlier in the week.

“Elaine, I can’t…”

I extended my hand
encouraging him to stand. Once he did, I turned him, placing his back to the
banister and reached up and pressed down on his shoulders.

“What…?”

“On your knees,
Doctor.” He took the hint and fell to his knees.

“What if I hurt you?
I couldn’t live with myself.”

I removed the long strand
of pearls from around my neck.

“I don’t think it’s
possible, but for your piece of mind…” I leaned forward and grabbed one arm and
tucked it behind his back and then the other. I used the strand of pearls to
bind his hands together. “There. Now you can’t get your hands near my throat. But
for what you wanted, you won’t be needing them.” I sat in the center of the
settee and judged his reaction a moment. Shock laced his features. I then leaned
back and bunched my dress around my waist.
 
With a smile on my face, I spread my
legs.

He groaned. “Oh God…”

“Come closer.”

He scooted on his
knees toward me.

I grabbed his head in
both my hands and kissed him hard.

He released my mouth
on a heavy breath. “But I’ve never…”

“You’re a doctor. I
have faith you know your anatomy.” I spread my legs wider and pressed on his
head, guiding him to where I needed him.

“Elaine… I can’t
believe…”

His five o’clock
shadow left a delicious burn on my thighs. With the first stroke of his tongue,
I shivered. That was all the encouragement he needed.

“You’re so wet.” He
lapped and licked his way back and forth across my wet flesh, his nose nudging my
clit with each upward motion. With every stroke, I grasped the back of the seat
and pressed my pelvis harder against him.

“Oh God… Xavier…”

He paused long enough
to say, “I love hearing you say my name.” When his mouth contacted this time he
sucked and released from the very bottom of my slit until his lips closed over
my clit.

“Fuck…so good.”

He moaned against my
skin, causing a soft, tantalizing vibration. I squealed and it spurred him on. His
chin rested against my opening and applied pressure every time I moved against
his face.

“Xavier, you’re going
to make me come.”

He buried his face
harder against me and focused his tongue’s rapid movement on the very tip of my
clit.

The vision of Xavier
Vincent on his knees, hands bound in pearls, with his head buried between my
legs with the Paris Opera House as a backdrop would always haunt me, but in
this moment it was the sweetest victory.

He looked up at me,
his face glistening, and said, “Come for me,” then immediately returned to his
task.

I squirmed in the
seat; the more I moved the harder he pressed against me. I would have never
believed he was a novice.

With the flat of his
tongue he rocked his face up and down, touching me everywhere.

I let go of the seat,
grasped his hair and wrapped my legs around him. I came undone.

“Xavier… So good…don’t
stop.” The rush filled my head and my body tensed. He pulled back just in time
to capture the gush of desire on his tongue and he devoured it like a starving
man.

Several more passes
and he sat up, his eyes black with desire. He scooted between my legs closer to
me. His mouth captured mine and drowned me with the taste of honey and musk. While
our mouths danced I reached for his fly and scooted closer to the edge of the
settee. I slid it down and reached inside.

He breathed against
my mouth, “Oh Elaine…”

His height placed his
cock in perfect alignment with my pussy but I wouldn’t push him that far. I
pulled him from his trousers and grasped him in both of my hands.

He peppered my face
with kisses as I stroked his shaft. With every motion he moaned. I smoothed the
pre-cum with my thumb and worked on setting a rhythm.

“Elaine… Oh God…I…”

With both hands I
rocked him, stroking him with my palms. He leaned forward and doing so allowed
his cockhead to graze my pussy each time he thrust forward into my hands.

“Fuck…” He bit his
lip and leaned in further, causing the very tip of the head to enter me with
each forward movement.

His mouth captured
mine and his kiss was brutal as his hips pumped hard and fast into my fists.

He cried out, “Oh,
Elaine. I’m coming. I’m going to come on your pussy.”

The words still hung
in the rafters after he threw his head back, pumped his cock in syncopated
motions into my fists and sprayed his release onto to my sex, mixing it with
the remnants of my own.

With the final
thrust, he stilled. His chest heaved with deep breaths. I released him and sat
back.

He stared at me, locking
gazes. “How am I going to let you go?”

I didn’t answer, but
watched as he looked down to see his handy work.

“Untie me.”

I leaned forward and
removed the pearl strand that could have easily broken with a little effort.

He stretched his
fingers, and then pressed on my chest urging me to sit back. His hands pressed
open my thighs and he stared. With deliberate slowness he reached out and
touched me, sliding his fingers back and forth through the milky white streams.
He pulled my hips forward so that I could see what he was doing from my angle.

“Elaine, do you know
how dangerously close I am to falling in love with you?” He gathered the sticky
liquid on his fingers and without warning, shoved them into me.

“Do you know how
badly I want to come inside you?”

I was already hot,
but his words, his fingers…damn.

His fingers worked up
and down, teasing my clit and then slamming into me.

“It’s not perfect,
but…” Two fingers slid in and out of me. Watching them disappear inside me was
the most erotic sight. “…I’m inside you, Elaine.” He leaned forward and wrapped
his arm around me, while maintaining the rhythm with his fingers.

“Xavier…”

“Yes. Should I fuck
you harder?” he breathed in my ear.

“Yessss,” I hissed
with my head thrown back and eyes closed.

His hand sped up and
several more thrusts were all it took. I quaked in his arms and my body
clutched his fingers. He rocked his hand a few more time in and out until my
body stilled.

“My queen?”

The words were almost
impossible to utter through my desire-parched throat. “Yes, my king.”

With his fingers
still inside me, he whispered, “Do you love me?”

It wasn’t fair of him
to ask, but I wouldn’t lie to him.