Chapter 1: The First Glance
Emely Miller strode into Ward 17 with her chin high, clipboard in hand and zero intention of playing the timid student. At twenty-two, she had dissected enough egos in med school to know a mafia heir behind glass was just another puzzle to crack. Matthew Volok lounged on the edge of his bed like he owned the entire asylum, dark eyes tracking her every step.
"Intern Miller," he drawled, voice low and edged with ice. "Come to study the monster up close? Most run when they realize I bite."
She arched a brow, refusing to flinch. "Bite all you want, Volok. I came here to learn, not to swoon. Though from the way you're staring, I'd say you're the one getting distracted."
Matthew's smirk sharpened. "Sweet little thing like you doesn't belong in a place like this. Too soft. Too... tempting."
"Soft?" Emely laughed, stepping closer until the air between them crackled. "Try me. I bet that cold calculation of yours is already wondering how fast you could have me against this wall."
His gaze dropped, hunger flickering. "You're playing a dangerous game, Emely."
"Danger's why I chose psychiatry," she shot back, voice husky now. "And right now you're hard as hell under those scrubs. Don't deny it."
Matthew rose, towering, but she didn't retreat. Her hand brushed his chest, then lower, feeling the thick length of his cock straining against fabric. "Mmm, rock hard already. Horny for the intern who won't submit?"
He groaned, fingers threading her hair as she dropped to her knees with deliberate power. Emely freed his cock, licking the head before taking him deep in a wet, hungry blowjob. Matthew panted, hips thrusting, sweat beading on his brow. "Fuck, your mouth... so wet and dripping for this."
She pulled back just enough to taunt, "My turn to control." Rising, she shoved him onto the bed, straddling him. Her pussy was soaked, dripping onto his shaft as she sank down, taking every inch. They moved in frantic rhythm—her riding hard, ass grinding, both sweating and panting. "Deeper," she demanded. Matthew gripped her hips, driving up until she came with a cry, walls clenching. He followed seconds later, cock pulsing as he filled her with hot cum.
Panting, bodies slick, Emely leaned down with a wicked grin. "Round one, Volok. Ward 17 just got interesting."
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