by Angel Steel
“Masen?” I question as he continues to stare at her.
Shaking his head. “I apologize, Amelia.” He raises his hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says with a slight grin covering his lips.
“Likewise,” she answers but doesn’t shift to touch his hand.
“Shelia, how about you explain a little to Amelia,” I say looking at her.
“Sure. Um… would you like to sit?” she asks asking Amelia.
“No,” Amelia replies, not letting me go.
I step forward with her still in my arms and stop near the table. Leaning down, I level my mouth to her ear, “We’re going to sit on the bed then Shelia will talk. Okay?” I ask.
She nods her head looking around the room at nothing, in particular.
Releasing one of my arms from around her, I prop myself up and then pull her up and sit her between my legs. She shifts back slightly and stills when she feels my hard dick against her ass.
My grip tightens around her, as Shelia steps in front of us. “Start,” I say to her. I’m not letting her go since I know what she’s about to be told will frighten her, possibly make her run.
Shelia stands right in front of us with a chart. “You were brought in late last night with Purple Havoc in your system. I have pin-pointed most of the drugs in the mixture, but not all of them. Once I have that, I’ll have the right antidote for you, which you’ll need to take for the next several days,” Shelia says looking down at the chart.
“What?” Amelia chokes.
“Fuck, Shelia. I wasn’t expecting you to actually jump straight into it like that. Jesus! I thought you were going to break it to her easier than that?” I growl, holding tightly onto Amelia’s body as she struggles in my hold.
Shelia looks up, eyes wide as she stares at Amelia. I didn’t need to see her face as I can feel it in her body. Her chest rises and falls rapidly against my arm, her nails dig into my arm harder than she had before. Lifting my leg up and wrapping it around her own as she begins to move more in my grip.
Shelia steps back as Rosko slides forward.
Leaning down. “Amelia, I need you to slow your breathing down, okay sweetheart?” I murmur into her ear while stroking my fingers along her arm.
She struggles slightly against my hold, and then I feel her body mold into my own as she starts to take deep breaths. “That’s it, Hellcat. You’re doing a great job,” I encourage her.
Masen steps forward. Shaking my head, letting him and the rest know to stay where they are till she was all right. No one moved, only Amelia as she got her breathing back to normal.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” she sighs.
I look to Shelia and raise my eyebrow at her.
“Right, sorry to jump straight in there, Amelia.” She looks down again at the clipboard, “Can you tell me what you remember?”
Amelia looks over her shoulder at me, nodding. Telling her it’s okay, she begins to speak, “Well, I don’t remember much. I remember Max working with me then storming off, and the next Zane on the phone near my dad’s office, and then he says your name. I asked him who you were and then I ran from him, and that’s it till now.”
Shelia nods as she writes down what Amelia has said.
“You said something about drugs?” Amelia asks Shelia.
“Yes, it’s called Purple Havoc. Well, that’s what we have been told. We’re unsure as to how long it will actually stay in your system. That’s why I asked Zane to bring you here this morning to see how you are, and possibly take more blood samples to see how it’s moving through your system,” Shelia says still looking down at her clipboard.
“I don’t do drugs. I tried marijuana when I was in high school, but that’s it. How would this, Purple Havoc get in my system? Did someone spike my drink or something? Is that how it got there?”
Fuck!
My body freezes behind hers, but I still hold onto her. I watch as Shelia’s eyes come up from the clipboard and straight at me. Then her eyes shift away, instantly looking everywhere but us. Neither Rosko nor Masen say anything. All that’s heard in the room is our breathing.
“Do you know how it got in my system at all?” Amelia questions Shelia.
“Yes, we do know how it was introduced into your system, but that’s not my place to say,” Shelia answers then walks back to her desk and places the clipboard down and begins pushing the trolley table over with the equipment for blood withdrawal.
“Okay, if you can’t tell me, who can?” Amelia’s getting frustrated. I can hear it in her tone as she says the words to Shelia.
“I’ll tell you after Shelia has drawn blood,” I say from behind her. Shelia stops in front of us ready to do the blood work. I slide forward with Amelia and hop off the table. “You need to sit down, Hellcat,” I say moving us toward the chair near the bed.
Amelia complies and sits down. Shelia gets to work on taking blood. Securing the strap around her upper arm she asks, “Can you make a fist for me, please?” As she begins to tap on the area.
Amelia fists her hand several times, a swab wipes over the area and Shelia reaches for the needle when she’s found a good vein. She taps again on it and lines the needle up. Amelia’s hand begins to shake, and she gasps as Shelia inserts the needle through her skin. Her eyes close, her nostrils flaring as Shelia snaps on a test tube and the blood begins to flow into it.
“Almost done, Amelia. You’re doing great,” Shelia tells her.
She removes that tube and another one is there, filling just as quickly as the first one. Once that one is filled, a cotton ball is placed over the needle at the entry point and is removed swiftly.
“I need you to add pressure to that, please,” Shelia tells her. Amelia does as she’s asked.
“So can you tell me what exactly Purple Havoc is at all?” Amelia asks hesitantly.
Shelia writes on the tubes and places them on the tray and removes her gloves. “Purple Havoc is several drugs all in one.” Shelia stands and pushes the trolley back to her desk and grabs a different clipboard than before and comes back to where Amelia is sitting. “I have found traces of Rohypnol, Speed, BMT, GHB and Chloroform.”
Amelia’s face pales. “Isn’t Rohypnol, a date rape drug?” her voice weakens as she asks.
“Yes. Mixed with the rest of the drugs I mentioned, it’s a very powerful concoction,” Shelia replies, still looking down at the paperwork.
Amelia sits forward slightly, her body shaking. “Will I become addicted to the amount that I’ve had?”
Jesus! This was never at all meant to happen. When I first saw Amelia in that chair I was ready to draw my gun and shoot Carlos right there on the spot, but Carlos knew that I wouldn’t. He knew I wouldn’t shoot him with Amelia in that chair, high as a kite on that shit. It was all fucking planned. Carlos played us like fools. My fists clench at my sides.
I stomp over to the closest wall and slam my fist into it, needing to hit something. The pain isn’t enough, so I do it again and again until I feel the burn in my knuckles. Closing my eyes and resting my head against the wall, I feel the warm blood running down my fingers and onto the floor. My knuckles are on fire. The pain slightly relaxing me as I count to ten in my head and stand erect then turn to face everyone in the room.
“All good?” Masen asks from across the room.
Nodding once, I make my way back over and stand beside Amelia. Her eyes go wide as I kneel down beside her and grip onto the armrest, not worrying about the pain shooting through my bleeding hand.
“You’re bleeding, Zane,” Amelia sobs and tries to stand from her seat.
“I’m all right, Hellcat,” I tell her, still looking at Shelia.
Shelia looks at me then back to Amelia. “With the amount that was injected into your blood – no, you won’t become addicted. If it was a full dosage, then yes. So thanks to the person that delivered that dose, because if it wasn’t for them, you would want, no need more of it now.”
I stand up from the ground
and glance down at Amelia and she looks relieved once Shelia has said those words. Me on the other hand, I’m fucking far from feeling that right now.
“What is BMT? I’ve never heard of that, but the rest I have.”
“BMT is an abbreviation for Bremelanotide. It’s a scientifically recognized aphrodisiac that affects the sexual desire of the person that has it in their system. It causes a person to become aroused for a period of time. It’s mainly used by women, but men can use it also,” she answers.
“Have you had any kinds of side effects at all?” Shelia asks as she shifts to sit down in front of her again.
“Um, blurry vision, memory loss I guess, since I can’t remember how this all happened,” Amelia replies.
“What about your sex drive, is that different than normal?” Shelia asks as she checks Amelia’s eyesight.
“Yes,” Amelia whispers, then blushes and drops her head forward.
I grin, I can’t help it.
Shelia giggles. “Anything else that you would class odd?”
“No, nothing that comes to mind,” Amelia answers her question.
“Okay, I’ll test your blood again and see how much trace elements you have of the drug left in your system.” She gives Amelia a reassuring smile and stands from her chair and walks over to the desk.
“How long will the drug stay in my system for?”
“It’s hard to tell. Not knowing the quantities of each drug, it could be twenty-four to forty-eight hours, give or take,” she answers glancing down at her watch.
“How long has it been since I was injected with it?” Amelia asks, fidgeting in the chair.
“Around ten hours,” I answer from beside her.
She looks up. I lift my hand and rest it on her shoulder, squeezing. “Is she all right to go back to the room now or do you need more obs?”
I need to get her and myself out of this room. I can’t listen to another word about the drugs.
“What are the side effects of the drug?” Amelia voices. My grip tightens on her shoulder as Shelia begins to tell her.
“Basically you will be in a state of arousal for the next fourteen to twenty-four hours give or take. Surges of lust will take over, whether you want it too or not. It’s a potent, but powerful blinding aphrodisiac. A fever or adrenaline, or possibly both mixed together will have a powerful effect on your body. You will also have blurry vision, loss of balance, dizziness and feel confused.”
Amelia doesn’t say anything when Shelia stops talking. I look around the room at everyone. They’re staring directly at her, waiting for her reply.
I step closer to her. “Amelia?”
She doesn’t move straight away. “I’m fine,” she whispers to me, and then looks up to where Shelia is. “Is there something I can take to stop it from happening?” her voice shakes as she asks.
I nod my head for Shelia to continue. I can’t stand this any longer. I need to get myself and Amelia out of this room.
“There is nothing we can give you that won’t increase the effects of the drug. Due to the nature of the drug, any sedatives could have an adverse reaction to the drug in your system. Therefore, we don’t want to give you something that could potentially harm you. The only thing I can suggest right now, till I know fully what is in the mixture that you have taken is if you feel the surge of lust overtaking your body is to have intercourse. It’s the only way to subside the effects on your system, for now.” Shelia says across from Amelia.
Amelia’s head drops forward slightly as she stares at her hands in her lap. All eyes are on Amelia as she continues to stare at her hands. I shift in front of her. “Amelia, do you want to go?” I ask hoping she says yes.
She answers with a small nod of her head. That’s all I need. I grab her hand and pull her up from the chair and wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my side.
“I’ll take her back to my room. When you have the results come and get me,” I say and turn us both around and begin to walk toward the door.
“I’m sorry, Amelia. If there was more I could do, I would,” Shelia’s says behind us.
Amelia stops and turns around in my grip. “Shelia no need to apologize, this isn’t you’re doing,” she whispers with a small smile covering her lips.
I nod my head to both Masen and Rosko, then walk out of the room with Amelia curled in at my side. No words are said between us as we walk down the darkened hall toward my room. I’m dreading the outcome once we set foot inside. I know she’ll ask straight away about who administrated the drug to her. Fuck! It’s going to kill me telling her it was me. But I can’t keep it from her, if I do, then she will demand the information from the team who did, and I would rather Amelia hear the truth from my mouth than anyone else’s. Tonight is going to be a long ass night. She isn’t going to take it well and I need all the energy I have to tell her. Maybe a drink is in order, or several, before I give her the bad news that she desperately wants to know.
I walk past Zane as he holds the door open to his room. I don’t stop walking till I’m in the bathroom and begin to strip out of my clothes. I step into the shower stall and turn the water on, not once glancing behind me. I’m still shocked that someone drugged me, and with a drug that’s meant to arouse.
I shift directly under the spray of the water and groan as the heat seeps into my body. My muscles begin to relax slightly as I rest my head against the tiled wall. I can feel the drug as it works its way through my body. It’s like something small crawling through me. My skin is burning, but I ignore it. Well, I try to as I turn the water to a cooler temperature. Turning around, I lean against the wall, my eyes closed as the water cascades over my face. I wipe the water from my face and shift to the left.
I hear Zane walk into the bathroom, then his clothes as they drop falling to the ground. I face the wall, eyes still closed, as the shower door opens and cold air assaults my body while he steps in. Once in, I feel his hand cup my cheek, his thumb stroking in circles along my jaw, then he wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. I go willingly, and wrap my arms around his waist as he tightens his hold. His fingers trail down my back ever so lightly and back up. I shiver at the sensation and shift as close as I can to him. He turns us both toward the other wall and steps back and touches my chin, lifting it up to him.
“Please don’t,” I choke, as I open my eyes.
His fingers dig into skin not painfully as he keeps my chin face up to his level.
“We need to talk about what was said in MU, Amelia,” he says as he stares deep into my eyes.
I pull my chin from his grip and reach over for the soap and hand it to him. “Can you wash my back?” As soon as he takes the soap from my hand, I turn around and press my body against the cold wall and wait. It doesn’t take long for him to comply as I feel his callous hands work their magic on my shoulders. I sink further into the wall, my hands pressed against it as his fingers begin to dig into the muscles in my shoulders. I moan as he continues down my spine working his fingers deeper as he goes. He shifts closer to me, as his hands slide across to my hips and holds me still.
My breathing picks up when his body leans into my own and I feel his hard erection pressing into my ass cheeks. I push back on him. My head thrown back resting on his chest as his hands slide from my hips up my rib cage and lingers there for a moment. I draw in a deep breath as his thumb skims over the underline of my breast. A punch of lust slams into my core as he raises his hand and cups my breast and squeezes. His other hand slides from my hip and stops on my stomach, his fingers twitching on my flesh, then he slowly nudges his way down to the top of my pussy, his fingers skimming lightly over my clit. A gasp leaves my lips as his attacks my neck, biting down slightly. I roll my head to the left, exposing my neck fully. His teeth nip down my neck to my shoulder, his fingers shifting lower sliding between my lips, spreading me.
“Open,” he growls into my neck, grinding his cock harder into my ass.
Swallowing, I turn in his
hold and face him. Eyes dark as night are staring back at me. Lust burning in them. Water trails down his body in streams over his chest. I close my eyes briefly and re-open them and part my legs, resting my back on the wall again.
He steps forward, closing around me. His hands rest beside my head, as he steps closer to my body. He leans down and slants his mouth over my lips and I can’t hold the moan as he pushes his tongue into my mouth and massages my own. My hands shoot out and grip onto his, pulling him in more.
He pushes firmer into me, his thigh presses between my legs keeping them apart, as he sucks at my tongue. My nails dig into his skin causing him to growl against my lips. He drops one of his hands and grabs my leg and lifts it up holding it on his hip, and slowly begins to rock against me. His lips leave mine and travel down my neck. I arch my back from the wall and hiss when his lips surround my throbbing nipple. His teeth grip around it, pulling it out a little then he sucks hard.
“Oh, God,” I cry out.
He releases with a pop and moves over to the other one and does the same. I pant as I pitch forward in his hold, grinding myself into him more. He lifts my leg higher up his hip, his fingers digging more into my skin as he rubs his cock over my clit. I raise my arm up and hook it around his neck while pressing my heel into his ass, as he grinds his hard erection into my stomach. As soon as he lifts his head and looks down at me, I dip forward instantly and wrap my lips around his nipple, nibbling, flicking my tongue over the hard bud.
His fingers gripping harder on my skin as I rock with him. I bite a little harder down and then let him go as he lifts my other leg and wraps it around his waist. He moves me along the wall, and stops in the corner and slides his hand between our bodies, and begins massaging my clit.
I rotate my hips with his movements, and then I scream out, “Oh shit,” as he pinches my clit to the point of pain. It subsides and pleasure takes over. He slides lower and swirls his fingers at my opening. I try to push down to take him in further, but he stops.
My eyes lock onto his. “Fuck me, Zane,” I purr.