The Doctor's Temptation의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Vincent’s suite. I woke slowly to the delicious sensation of his mouth between my thighs. His tongue dragged lazily through my folds, savoring every inch of me as if he had all the time in the world. When he sucked my clit between his lips and hummed, the vibration shot straight through me.“Vincent,” I gasped, fingers threading through his dark hair, hips lifting off the bed.He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he slid two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them against that perfect spot while his tongue worked my clit in firm, relentless circles. The orgasm hit me fast and hard. I came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of pleasure crashed through me.He crawled up my body, eyes dark with hunger, and slid into me in one smooth, deep thrust. We moved together in the lazy rhythm of new lovers with nowhere to be but each other. Slow, deep strokes. His mouth on my breasts, sucking and biting gently. M

“Vincent,” I whispered, my voice tight as I sat up in bed beside him, “what does the message say exactly?”He handed me the phone, his arm staying wrapped around my shoulders. The screen glowed with the PR contact’s urgent note: *Story just dropped on a gossip site. Photos from the grounds, quotes about ‘unethical relationship between Dr. Vincent Hale and patient Mia.’ They’re framing it as predatory. Calling for statements. This is blowing up fast.*My stomach twisted. “Lena,” I said immediately. “It has to be her. She saw us in the piano room.”Vincent’s jaw clenched. He pulled me closer, his hand stroking down my bare back. “Maybe. Or Ethan’s people are still stirring things from behind bars. Either way, we handle it together.”I shifted, straddling his lap again, needing the closeness. His cock stirred beneath me, hardening against my core. “Make me forget it for a little while,” I breathed, leaning down to kiss him.He groaned into my mouth and flipped us so I was on my back. Thi

“What do we do now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I stared at the new photo on Vincent’s phone—the two of us in the garden earlier that evening, his arms around me, heads close in an intimate moment. The message beneath it read: This isn’t over. More to come.Vincent set the phone down on the nightstand and pulled me tighter against his chest, his hand sliding possessively down my bare back. “We don’t panic,” he said firmly, though I could feel the tension in his muscles. “We stay together. We investigate quietly. And right now…” His lips brushed my ear. “I need to remind you—and myself—that you’re safe with me.”I turned in his arms, straddling his lap. “Then remind me.”He kissed me hard, hands gripping my hips as he rolled us so I was beneath him. There was no slow tease tonight. He spread my thighs wide and thrust into me in one deep stroke, filling me completely. I gasped at the sudden fullness, nails digging into his shoulders as he set a punishing rhythm.“Mine,”

The weight of Vincent's phone screen burned into my memory—my own face, flushed and wanton, captured in a moment of complete vulnerability. The video had been taken from the piano room, positioned perfectly to catch everything: the way my head fell back, the desperate grip of Vincent's fingers on my hips, the unmistakable sounds of our passion filling that elegant space. "This is spiraling," I repeated, pulling away from his chest to meet his eyes. "People are calling you a predator. The comments—they're saying you took advantage of me, that I'm some naive young thing you seduced for your own gratification." Vincent's jaw tightened, a muscle flexing beneath the stubble that had grown along his jawline. "I know what they're saying. I've seen the threads, the speculation about my character, the demands that the board intervene." He reached for me, his palm warm against my cheek. "But none of that changes what's between us. None of it changes the fact that you came to me, that you chose

The falsified patient records lay in neat rows, their altered dates and fabricated entries painting a damning picture. "This is bad. The altered records make it look like you've been involved with multiple patients. Whoever did this wants you gone—not just pushed out, but destroyed." He crossed the room quickly, his long strides eating up the distance between us. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest, and his hand cupped the back of my head in that protective gesture that always made me feel safe. I could feel the tension radiating from him, the controlled fury vibrating beneath his calm exterior. "I know," he murmured against my hair. "The boardroom is fracturing. Some members have been looking for an excuse to shift power toward more traditional leadership—people who see the estate as a business first and a healing center second. Lena is playing them perfectly, positioning herself as the reasonable alternative." His voice dropped to a whisper meant only for me.