Chapter 44

"Kit", Marlena smiled a gorgeous smile that made his member twitch in his pants, "Yes, I was just consoling with a new patient, the poor girl was raped and beaten half to death... She’s pretty messed up. I just wish I could do more for her." fixing her hair,  she looked at him. His expression changed, she thought she witness a genuine concern in his eyes, "Are you talking about the hooker they brought in this morning?"

"Well, yes, her profession is that of a prostitute but that has little to do with what happened to her, Kit." Marlena crossed her arms over her chest, followed by a stern look. Exhaling with frustration, well, yes, she might be touchy right now, but she hated when someone was being judged by his profession, especially by men. Rolling her eyes, Marlena turned on her heels leaving  Kit, raising his hand Kit grabbed her elbow to stop her. His touch was firm and it surprised her

"Wait, don’t get me wrong Marlena. I didn’t mean to imply that she deserved or welcomed what happened. I just meant that she put herself in a position that could lead to this sort of thing."

Shaking her hand from his she replied with anger,  "Well, no matter if she sells herself to pay her bills. No one deserves what happened to her." Marlena turned to leave again.

He grabbed her elbow once more," I’m sorry Marlena, I can see that this has really affected you. Do you always get so emotionally evolved with your patients? You are always so professional and together, I wouldn’t think that one patient would affect you this way. " he was teasing her and he knew it, he wasn't aware of what the young lady had spoken to her in the wee hours of the morning, but he knew this would shake her to her very core, Kit only wished she was the one he could have fucked like an animal last night, and not that lame excuse that laid at that hospital bed.

"Well" she started, "I’m sorry, sometimes I get emotional," her eyes burning with anger, "that doesn’t mean that I can’t still be a help to my patients. It just means that I am human and can feel for people. It’s not a weakness Kit, I believe that it makes me a more effective physiatrist." this conversation, after that day she had, was too much for her, as tears started to gather up in her eyes. Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, sent a wave of pleasure throughout his body, he wanted to see these tears, to taste them with his tongue, but instead, he placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly. "I’m sorry Marlena I didn’t mean to upset you."

"I'll be all right Kit, I guess it’s just been a long day after a late night. I’m just tired." his hand left her body. It was getting harder and harder for him to be around her and not touching her, especially after what he experienced with her at her penthouse, he couldn't forget it. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the visions in his mind's eyes, seeing her on her knees, sucking him good and hard. Seeing her on her bed, spread in front of him. He felt each hair in his body standing in response.

But another vision came to mind that angered him, he could see her with John and imagined what they did last night. Pushing the thought aside he spoke, "So, are you planning on attending the medical conference in Fiji?"

Relaxing some, due to the change of topic, Marlena wiped the tears from her cheek, her lips curved into a small grin, "Well, I haven’t really given it much thought really. I do have a lot going on right now. I’m not sure."

"Well, I hear it’s going to be the conference of the year. Top doctors from all over will be speaking. I think that I could really benefit from going." he leaned on the nearest wall, inhaling. Man, he loved her smile.

"Oh, well, I will give it some thought. Thank you, Kit, goodnight." turning away she headed towards the ER again when she heard his voice, "So, are you heading home? May I walk you to your car?" he didn't move, waiting for her perfect figure to turn and face him.

"No, thank you.I'm going to visit the girl first. After that, John's picking me up and we are going to get something to eat. Have a good night Kit. See you tomorrow."

She left. Kit fumed. That...John again... dammit, I have to get rid of that man. He thought. I will have her, she will be mine, and he'll end up with nothing but misery.

The walk back to her car was uncomfortable. Marlena's mind was racing. The dreadful feeling was still present, even more after talking to that poor girl again, in fact, the feeling was growing and although she hadn't had such a feeling in a long time, she was unmistakably horrified. She was actually meeting John back at the penthouse. In the meantime, she craved to be alone, to gather her thoughts upon meeting him.

She was also distracted. She has been too upset to ask Kit if he wanted to join her meeting with the young lady. He didn't have much experience with rape victims, from the stage where they just arrived at the hospital and were in need of intensive care.

By the time Marlena reached her car and opened the door, the feeling that something was very wrong with her was impossible to ignore. She had a light headache by this time, and it was painfully hard to have nice thoughts about what was waiting for her at home. Her breathing labored, Marlena got into the car and closed the door firmly. She rested her forehead on the steering wheel, squeezing her eyes shut. Why was this happening?

Her mind went back to what the girl said, hearing her name in that contest was sickening.

Clenching her jaw tightly, taking a deep breath, Marlena jammed her key in the ignition and sped away from the hospital’s parking lot.

She has only been driving for roughly five minutes before Marlena was forced to pull over along a bare dirt road and take care of her aching head. The feeling was overpowering, and had completely overwhelmed her senses; unable to make excellent decisions, the woman had pulled over out of desperation and sent her hands to her temples, massaging them with trembling hands.

Marlena shut her eyes and rested her head on the seat, letting her mind fall as blank as she could. There were images there, ugly, horrible pictures of that time with Stefano, but there was also something else, lurking, like a shadow in the dark corners of her mind, trying to make sense of these shapes was only making her head pound harder.

Her neck arched against the seat, her throat suddenly released a sound of primal, painful moan, she was trying to focus on something else- a voice- soothing her, terrifying her, leading her to some kind of release. But the anguish was still there, and she could still hear a voice in her mind, although she couldn't make anything out of it, it felt as if the person was sitting right next to her.

Marlena blinked at the wristwatch, amazed that she sat in the car for so long without realizing it. The time was passing by so quickly; one moment she felt as though she had just closed her eyes, the next minute, a couple of hours had passed in a single, restless blink. She wasn't sure if she was losing time or simply slipping in and out of sleep. Marlena sighed deeply and covered her eyes with her forearm. What is happening to me?

Suddenly, a bright headlight blinded her tired eyes, leaving her forearm up, she kept covering her face, hearing a door open and a familiar voice calling her name, “Doc!, hey! talk to me baby” her head felt so heavy, she couldn't even move it, a high pitch noise echoed her ears as her eyes shut again.

(Music on the radio: "Fade Into You-Mazzy Star" )

As he was driving, he thought about the terrible rumblings in his stomach when he finally called her name, the aches and his fear for her when he saw her laying there, feeling uncertainty about what could have happened to cause her to doze off like that. He looked at her sitting next to him while he was driving home. She was quiet, looking from outside the window.

He remembered her voice.

And her laugh.

And her 'yes'.

She was there.

With hair the color of summer hay, she sat in casual stillness against the car seat, her body both relaxed and tense. He could tell she knew he was looking at her, when the perfect line of her mouth tilts upward, mischief and mystery dallying equally in her eyes.

“You’re worried” she finally spoke, turning her face to look at him.

His hands held firmly to the steering wheel like he was about to break it in half. His blue eyes glanced at her pretty face, he wanted to tell her he was worried sick, he wanted to ask her what happened but instead he merely exhaled, his voice low and ragged, “Marlena...you’re the love of my life...seeing you like that-” her next words, cut his train of thought,“I’m all right.” she closed her eyes while speaking “ I was having a very stressful day, the girl from the ER, she was brutally… r-raped and...it brought up...painful memories…” she stammered, her voice descended to a shallow whisper, the smile fading away from her gorgeous lips.

“Doc...talk to me...what happened at your car?” Pulling up in their building’s parking lot, John felt drained and tired, trying to understand what was going on with his beautiful soon-to-be-wife.

She couldn't. This day had to end, she couldn't talk about it any longer. Her eyes flattered when she felt his warm palm on her cheek “John…It was just a massive headache. I didn’t want to take unnecessary risks and decided to pull over ”. She was lying to him, why?

Trying to hold back a desperate plea for her to explain to him what happened, why she wasn't able to drive home, her explanation, as reasonable as it sounded, simply didn't cut it.

He turned in his seat to find her already there. She was close and hot breath, hazel eyes telling him exactly what she has already decided to do without even a hint of an intention to explain herself any further. She was in great need to shut it all out, the girl, Stefano, her conversation with Laura, Kit, this day.

Bridging the space between them, he felt her hands in the softness that was his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as her plump lips settle on his own, teeth ripping at imperfect flesh, and she groaned. Her body settled over his, warm thighs on either side of his lonesome hips, straddling him. Her soft chest a pressure that pushed all the air out of his lungs, and replaced it with carnal desire and uncertainty of what was wrong with her.

"I need you... to touch me…" she spoke, her voice set to a whisper, but he could hear her loud and clear.

“Marlena..” his reply didn't take long

“Just...don’t...don’t talk..please…” taking his hands from the side of his body, placing them on her neck. John sat back and his finger slid down to Marlena's chest, delighting in how the blonde arched into his touch. Cupping her right breast with his big palm, John caught a nipple between his teeth through the sheer fabric of her blouse and sucked hard on it, pulling back, as long as possible before it popped out and Marlena whimpered. He repeated the process on the other nipple and licked her lips again. "You taste so fucking delicious," he breathed into Marlena's ear, his breath hot and luscious.

This is what she needed. Him.In the rawest way possible.

Marlena arched, "Oh yes…"

John stole another moment to run his hands over her body. Taking his time, he touched and rubbed her, waking up the skin, as she relaxed and his desire for her grew. Palming her breasts again, he Looked up at her. John saw her eyes were closed and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.

Pulling back away from her body, he could feel the hum in the air. Looking up at her, he watched his gorgeous blonde moving on top of him, grinding in perfect rhythm into his hard cock. It made him wild.

Placing his hands on the rims of her soft blouse he ripped it open, hearing the sound of all the tiny buttons, as they flew in the air, hitting the seats and plastic around them, falling to the floor.

Normally, this was the time she used to say something, to teased him he owed her a new shirt, but at this point in time and space, she couldn't care if he ripped all of the clothes on her body, even if he had to use his teeth to do so.

This would be quick and rough, and this was exactly what she needed tonight.

She could practically feel his eyes as they caressed her cheeks, traced the gentle arch of her brow and whispered over her lips. God, she loved him. She couldn’t help but breathe a lusty sigh.

His voice was warm and wet as he whispered in her ear. “I love that little sigh, you know? In fact, I think that might be my favorite sound.”  

Looking at him innocently, and lowered her voice. “That sound?“ she asked sweetly, her words dripping with sex.  She slid her other palm into his lap and scratched her nails over the bulge that was quickly forming under the expensive material of his trousers. “I thought you said, your favorite sound… was the way you manage to make me moan your name… when you’re inside me.” she whispered close to his lips.

John’s gut clenched and without any warning at all, he attacked her mouth with a wet, searing kiss that left them both panting for more than just that brief taste of one another. He pulled back and squeezed his eyes closed as he tried to get control of himself. “You know, “ he began, on short breaths, “…it’s been a long, long time since I tried anything romantic in a car, but I swear to God….” he huffed as his lids lifted and he fixed those hazel eyes on hers, “…I’m thinking about it. I’m really thinking about it.” His hand hooked roughly at the nape of her neck and he yanked her back into another kiss.

Marlena gasped a split second before his mouth covered hers and stole the air straight from her lungs. Her blood began to race and her hands - one along the collar of his shirt, and the other in his lap. She heard him yelp, in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his dick swelled under her palm, and she released him for only a second, before returning to take a more deliberate and careful stroke. All the while her tongue slid hungrily along his, as the kiss intensified. And deepened.

After what seemed like hours, but had probably only been a few minutes that had all but sapped the strength from her bones, Marlena’s head lolled back on her shoulders. John’s lips found themselves on a journey along the path of sweetly perfumed skin, and he enjoyed licking his way from the super sensitive spot beneath her left ear to its mate under her right. He felt the shiver that raced up her spine as the very tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear, making her head snap forward, as she leaned in and opened her mouth along his throat to subject him to the same sweet torture.

"Fuck me...Oh, god, John...." she pleaded and settled her lips on his again for another hot kiss. She marveled as she usually did on just how sexy it was to kiss him. His lips were so soft, and his tongue was long. And eager. His hands never stopped moving. She felt them stroking down over her hips, across the cheeks of her ass for a firm squeeze and then back up to wind around her again and held her close, baring his hands between her legs.

A few days had passed, John never mentioned how he found her at that night, a night he partly wanted to forget. Not hearing from her for so long, made him go and look for her, knowing her way home. Seeing her like that, almost under a spell, he was hoping it was just a migraine as she explained. The passionate love they had made right after, was something right out of a filthy porn site, she was wild, hungry for him as if she would break into million of light peases if he didn’t touch her. But this was days ago, although, she was still reserved, pensive at times, she took her last patient very personally and their conversations took a toll on her mind and soul.

Marlena arrived at the hospital early, she wanted to see the young girl again before she would see her first patient. Not knowing why this young woman affected her so, she only knew that she felt connected to her somehow. Maybe it was just that, she understood her on some level, they had both been abused and raped by madmen, although the girl’s physical abuse was much worse than her own. She knew all too well the nightmares that must haunt the poor woman, day and night.

Heading to the main cafeteria for some light breakfast, her eyes fell on another lady, who was just about to have her coffee.

“Well, good morning my friend”, Marlena looked down at her table to see her dear friend Laura sitting, coffee in hand.

“Hey Sweetie, good morning! Please join me”. Laura smiled and moved the chair next to her. “Did you hear about the psychiatric convention coming up in Fiji?” Marlena sat in front of her friend, sipping the coffee, she nodded as a yes, letting the hot beverage warm her body as Laura continued, “I was thinking that it might be the perfect opportunity to get away and clear your mind for a bit. We could have so much fun. Conferences in the morning and hanging on the beach, drinks in hand in the afternoon. We haven’t done this in so long and Fiji is perfect. What do you say, Will, you join me?” Laura was so excited and it showed, it made Marlena smile. She loved their friendship and it’s been a while since they laid back and enjoyed themselves. But still, something kept holding her back.

“It’s funny you should ask Laura” she started, taking another sip, “Kit mentioned it to me last week. He said that some top names in Psychiatry would be speaking and thinks that it would be a great opportunity for him to learn.” Her eyes squinted as her lips pursed, ”I just don't know, how will I leave John so soon after he proposed... I’m not sure that he would be too happy about it.” That wasn’t the reason really, but she couldn’t convey her the bad hunch she had in her stomach whenever this conference was brought up.

“Oh, John understands your career and he supports you one hundred percent. He would never ask you to pass up this kind of opportunity. “ Laura was making sense, of course. John would never let her pass an opportunity like this, “You’re right Laura, but maybe I’m the one who doesn’t want to leave him right now.” She was trying a different take on it.

“Oh, sweetie, I understand that you are feeling vulnerable right now and John is your rock”, Laura placed her hands on top of Marlena’s, pure compassion in her eyes, “but you have to have a little time to process what all has happened over the past few weeks. You need to step out on your own for a bit and start to take control of your life again. You know that you will not start to heal until you do.”

“she’s right you know”, a familiar voice hit her ears and she turned her head to see Kit, standing behind them, a cup in his hand. “I’m sorry ladies, I wasn’t eavesdropping” he smiled his gorgeous smile, his eyes sparkled as he did, “ I was just passing by when I heard you talking about the conference. It would be a fine opportunity to learn and as Dr. Horton said, to heal” getting closer to both ladies he looked at her as she sipped on her coffee again, her perfect luscious lips, pressed against the rim. He wanted those lips, wanted to bite them, to feel them closing tightly around his cock. I don’t’ care if you heal or not Marlena. He thought. I just want to see you—partially dressed, stretched out on that table..

“As I said to Dr. Horton here” , her words threw him back to reality, “I’m still thinking about it”, glaring at Laura’s when she spoke. Laura’s eyes widened in response.

“All right, I really hope you’ll make it. It wouldn’t be the same without my wise mentor” a low chuckle escaped his lips, “I’ll see you upstairs” he sipped his drink as he left the table.

Heading upstairs he stepped into her office, looking around him, making sure no one can hear him, he made a call. A low voice hummed on the other side.

“Yes”
“It’s me. Don’t worry. She’ll be there.”