Emely Miller adjusted her white coat as she entered the shadowed halls of Wing 17, the psychiatric ward where secrets festered like open wounds. At 22, the shy medical student had expected charts and quiet observations, not the magnetic pull of a man like Matthew Volok. The 31-year-old mafia heir lounged in his room, dark eyes calculating her every step, his frame coiled like a predator in silk restraints.
"You look lost, Doctor Miller," Matthew drawled, voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Or should I say, intern? Come to dissect my mind, or just my body?"
Emely met his gaze without flinching, her sweetness sharpened by steel. "I'm here to observe, Mr. Volok. Not to play your games. Though from your file, obsession seems to be your specialty."
He chuckled, rising slowly, the air thickening with tension. "Obsessed? With you already? How perceptive. But tell me, Emely—does that pulse of yours race from fear, or something far more... wet?"
She stepped closer, refusing to yield. "My pulse is none of your concern. But if we're being honest, your cock is already hard under those scrubs. Care to deny it?"
Matthew's grin turned feral. In one swift motion, he pinned her against the wall, but Emely shoved back, her hands gripping his shoulders with equal force. "I decide the pace," she whispered, voice husky yet commanding. She dropped to her knees, freeing his throbbing cock, taking it into her mouth for a slick, teasing blowjob that left him panting.
"Fuck, you're not shy at all," he groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked deeper, her tongue swirling. Emely pulled back, lips glistening. "Horny doesn't mean submissive, Matthew. Now strip."
Clothes fell away in a heated rush. She pushed him onto the narrow bed, straddling his hips, her pussy dripping wet onto his hard length. "Feel that? Dripping for you, but you'll earn every inch." She sank down slowly, gasping as he filled her, then rode him with fierce rhythm—sweating, bodies slapping, her ass grinding against him.
Matthew thrust up hard, hands on her hips but yielding to her lead. "You're mine now, Emely. Obsessively." She came first, walls clenching, crying out as cum coated his cock. He followed, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, both panting in the aftermath of their explosive union.
As they collapsed, sweat-slicked and spent, Emely smiled wickedly. "This internship just got interesting. Don't think you've won."
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