TRIGGER WARNING: Doctor/Patient

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NOVA’S POV

The first thing I felt was a hand between my thighs.

Not gentle nor hesitant.

Two thick, gloved fingers sliding slowly through my slick folds, parting me open like I already belonged to him.

My eyes fluttered open, vision blurry from the drugs still pumping through my veins. The room was dim, luxurious — private, expensive, nothing like a normal hospital. And looming over me was the most dangerously beautiful man I’d ever seen.

Dr. Elias Crowe.

He stood beside my bed in a crisp white coat, stethoscope around his neck, dark eyes locked on my exposed pussy with...