15 parts Ongoing MatureThis story unfolds in the gritty, high-stakes world of St. George's Hospital, a bustling urban medical center where the emergency room pulses with chaos and tension, especially during the night shift.
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"Make me a coffee, darling."
My hand freezes on the mug, heat flaring up my spine. I turn, glaring at her.
"No. Make your own fucking coffee." The words snap out, defiance burning, because I'm not her damn servant.
Her eyes narrow, a predator's gleam, and she leans forward, elbows on her knees. Her voice drops, firm, dangerous, a whip-crack of dominance that makes my knees weak.
"You'll make me that coffee, or you'll regret stepping foot in my hospital. Do you understand?"
It's not a request-it's a threat, laced with control, and-fuck-it hits me low, a dark shiver curling through my body.
I grit my teeth, fighting it. "I said no." My voice shakes, but I hold her stare, daring her, even as my body betrays me, tingling under that commanding tone.
She's up in an instant.
She slams me back against the wall, the impact stealing my breath, and her fingers wrap around my neck-strong, toned, not choking but tight enough to make me gasp, air hitching in my throat.
She's close, too close, her body pinning mine, heat radiating off her. Those green eyes lock onto me, cold and unyielding, but there's a flicker-something hungry.
"You will do as you're told," she growls, voice a velvet blade, her breath grazing my lips.
"I'm in charge of you, Elena."
"There's nothing you can do to change that, my love."
My heart's pounding, a wild drumbeat, and her grip-God, it's terrifying, but it's electric. Her dominance wraps around me, suffocating and intoxicating, and I feel it-a wet ache blooming between my legs, sharp and shameful.
Her thumb brushes my pulse, deliberate, and my lips part, a soft sound slipping out before I can stop it.
She's all power, all control, and I hate how much I want it, how much I want her.