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Sweat clung to Victoria’s skin, but the heat from Robby’s gaze was unbearable. He’d been watching her all day, like a predator sizing up prey. It wasn’t the way he watched anyone else. He looked at her with hunger. The way no one looked at her in her 21 years of life.
“You think you’re tough enough for The Pitt, Dr. Javadi?” he growled once he cornered her, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. He didn’t wait for an answer. His hand closed around her wrist and he pulled her into the nearest restroom, the lock clicking shut with a finality that made her heart stutter. This was it—the test. She would prove she belonged here.
He backed her against the cold tile, towering over her until she slid to her knees. His hands were rough on her jaw, tilting her face up.
“Prove it,” he rasped. His thumb brushed her lower lip, deceptively gentle. “Open.”
Her breath hitched, but she obeyed, parting her lips. The first press of him—blunt, salt-tinged—made her eyes water. He didn’t pause, didn’t soften. He just took, his grip on her face holding her perfectly still as he used her mouth, a relentless rhythm that stole her breath. She could only kneel, tears welling from the strain, a willing participant in her own submission. This was her place.
When he finished, he didn’t let her swallow. He forced her mouth open, to see his spend on her tongue, before closing her mouth for her, a nod, then turning, leaving her on the floor, trembling, his release still warm on her tongue. Pride, hot and dizzying, coiled in her belly. She hated how turned on she was.
Hours later, at the end of their shift, she was about to call an Uber when his voice cut through the night.
“Get in the car.” He was leaning against it, sleeves rolled up, eyes unreadable. “I’m taking you to my place.”
The world blurred as he drove her through the dark and into his sparse apartment. He didn’t lead her to the bed; he tossed her onto it, her small frame bouncing on the mattress. He ripped off her scrubs in seconds, then his own, his body a powerful silhouette in the dim light.
He was on her before she could think, he pushed her further up the bed, his big hands opening her up for him in a way that made her dizzy. He pressed against her without any preamble, thick and hot, and she tensed.
“Dr. Robby—” her voice cracked, breath shaky, uncertain.
He froze. His grip eased, just barely, though his jaw clenched tight.
“Christ,” he muttered, pulling back half an inch. His palm smoothed over her hip in a rare gesture of patience. “You’ve never…?”
Her silence said everything. Then, with cheeks burning, she whispered, “No.”
He swore low and vicious under his breath, flipping her onto her back like she weighed nothing. His eyes burned down at her, sharp enough to cut. “You should’ve told me.”
Her lips parted, trembling. “I want this. I belong here, I belong to the Pitt.”
He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling like he was trying to put out a fire in his chest.
“You don’t know what the hell you’re asking for.”
But when she lifted her chin, defiant despite the flush on her cheeks, his restraint snapped in another direction. He kissed her hard, crushing her lips under his, teeth catching on her mouth in a bruising drag.
He slowed—just enough. His hands were rough but deliberate as they slid down her sides, gripping her thighs and parting them wide once again, his cock heavy against her slick skin, and she gasped when he dragged it slowly up and down her folds.
“Already wet for me,” he rasped, almost like it was an accusation. His thumb pressed against her clit, circling, teasing, until she arched up with a shocked cry. “Yeah. That’s it. I’ll get you ready, sweetheart.”
Two of his big fingers slid into her, thick and unyielding. She whimpered at the stretch, biting her lip, but his other hand was at her hip, steadying her. He worked her open with steady thrusts, curling just right until her breath grew uneven, needy. The sounds spilling from her throat—soft, helpless, desperate—made him groan low in his chest.
“You feel that?” he asked gruffly, his mouth hot against her ear. “That’s me making room for my cock. You’re gonna take me, every inch.”
She nodded, dazed, clutching at his shoulders as her body grew slicker under his relentless touch. When he pulled his fingers free, she whimpered at the loss.
“Look at me.” His voice was a command, rough and uncompromising. She obeyed instantly, wide eyes fixed on him. He pressed the thick head of his cock to her entrance. Her breath caught. “You ready for me, little doctor?”
“Yes,” she whispered, shaky but sure.
He pushed forward slowly, watching every flicker of her expression as her body stretched around him. Her lips parted on a broken gasp, her nails digging into his arms. He gritted his teeth, veins standing out on his neck as he forced himself not to slam into her.
“That’s it,” he rasped, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Taking me so good. You’re okay.”
When he was buried to the hilt, sweat ran down his temples from holding still. She was trembling under him, the fullness overwhelming. He bent to press his forehead to hers, breathing ragged. “First time, and you’re taking me so well… fuck.”
Her voice was a whimper. “Please… move.”
He did. At first, slow—long drags out of her, then back in, deliberate, deep thrusts that made her gasp each time he filled her. She clung to him, body opening little by little, slicker with every stroke. He kissed her again, hard and messy, swallowing her moans as his rhythm built.
Soon his control frayed. His hips began to piston harder, faster, dragging cries from her lips with each thrust. Her back arched off the bed, the sting of the stretch now giving way to waves of dizzy pleasure.
“Look at you,” he growled, lifting her legs over his shoulders to sink deeper, forcing her wide open under him. “Naive little thing, milking my cock like you were made for it.”
Her hands fisted in the sheets, nails tearing at the fabric as he drove into her, skin slapping against skin, each thrust claiming more of her. She was breathless, undone, caught between the pain of the stretch and the overwhelming flood of heat.
He leaned over her, teeth grazing her throat. “Mine. You understand me? This is your place. On my cock.”
“Yes—oh God—Dr. Robby—” she gasped, head thrown back, her body convulsing under him.
The sound of her breaking pushed him harder. He fucked her through her orgasm, her walls clenching tight around him as she cried out, voice raw and pleading. Only then did he finally let go, grinding deep, spilling into her with a guttural groan, his whole body shuddering against hers.
He stayed there, buried inside her, his chest heaving, his hand still clamped on her hip like he’d never let her go.