When Doom Found Violet novel · Chapter 13 of 24

Chapter 13: Lock the Door

Doom's POV

I turned the bolt on the clinic door, and the click was loud in the quiet room.

She was sitting on the counter with her good hand still flat on my stomach, and her eyes were green and bright and not afraid.

I should have been the one to stop it.

I'm thirty-eight years old, and I have put men in the ground without feeling my pulse change.

My pulse was in my ears.

"You hesitated," Violet said.

"I'm thinking."

"Don't. You're bad at it around me."

I put my mouth on hers and she answered with her whole body.

She tasted like clinic coffee and sugar, and I wanted all of it.

I got the zipper of her hoodie down one-handed, careful of the sling, and pushed the fabric off her good shoulder.

Under it she wore a thin gray tank top, and under that, nothing.

The bruise from the seat belt ran down her ribs in purple and yellow.

I kissed the top of it, softly, and she hissed.

"That hurt?"

"That's not why I'm making noise."

I lifted the tank top over her head and eased it off the sling.

She sat in front of me bare to the waist, small and pale and freckled, and I forgot every word I knew.

"Doom."

"I'm looking."

"Then look faster."

I laughed, which I never do, and took her breast in my hand.

Her nipple went tight under my thumb.

She arched into it with a gasp, and I put my mouth on her.

I sucked slowly, then harder, and she grabbed the back of my head and held me there.

"Yes," she said. "Right there. God, don't stop."

I didn't.

I moved to the other breast and used my teeth, just enough, and her heels dug into the backs of my thighs.

She fumbled at my belt with her one good hand and couldn't work it.

"Help me."

"No."

"Doom."

"You wanted to be in charge of the revenge," I said against her skin. "Let me be in charge of this."

She went quiet, and then she looked at me through her lashes.

"Okay," she said, so softly I almost missed it. "Be in charge."

I took her by the hips and slid her to the edge of the counter.

I dropped to my knees on the tile.

Her jeans came off in one pull, and her underwear went with them.

She was flushed to the collarbone, her thighs trembling on either side of my shoulders.

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