INDOMITUS

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here"

- William Shakespeare, The Tempest.

Adrianna's POV:

"Fuck!" My tongue lolled out as I threw my head back, the faceless stranger driving himself inside me like a maniac. Small waves of pleasure rolled through my body, setting my skin on fire.

Fire and ice.

Tremors of pleasure ran down me as I let myself fade away into the euphoric bliss, like a river mingling with the ocean.

Lust.

One of the seven deadly sins.

A sin that rooted itself inside one's core, all consuming like a raging flame until the ashes were the only remnant of the soul that was left.

It destroyed, it broke- but fuck! It felt way too good, way too heavenly, to not let myself indulge into this beautiful disaster.

Lust is a sin I was willing to burn for, burn into.

My way of feeling wanted....

"I knew you wanted this from the moment you entered that room, didn't you?" The man above me hissed.

"Y-Yes..." I moaned, clutching the bed sheet tightly under my fists. A droplet of cold sweat ran down my warm skin as another jolt of shock traveled within.

Butterflies unfurled in the deepest pit of my stomach as my breath heightened.

I felt his cold tongue licking one of my nipples, painfully slow as he rammed his cock in me.

What was his name?

I didn't know.

All I knew was, he was the new doctor in our hospital with an insanely attractive look and he was 29.

I happen to have a thing for older men.

"Cum."

His word was my undoing.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I clasped a hand over my mouth, trying not to scream down the hospital and notify the authority that I got frisky with the new doctor.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I felt myself transcending into a heaven of post orgasmic bliss, the man drove inside me with more ferociousness as he seemed to lose control.

Another orgasm tore through me as I bit my lips, my body dancing with his in a primate dance.

"Fuck Adrianna!" He gritted his teeth as his eyes fixated upon his cock coming in and out of me, making me hot all over. The muscles of his abs clenched as a droplet of sweat ran down his torso.

He threw his head back as he came, it made him look mouthwatering under the dim lights of the mildly dark storeroom.

For a moment, all that existed was my heavy breathing and the distant sound of the chaotic atmosphere of the hospital.

The sharp smell of disinfectants was now replaced with a subtle scent of perspiration and sex.

The man rested his face in the crook of my neck, his heavy breathing fanning the side of my ear.

I was fulfilled, sated. Yet, somewhere, deep down within me, I felt a void.

A space.

A space that seemed to get darker every time I slept with a man.

I love sex, sex is my way of feeling bliss, happiness. I am addicted to it.

I am what they call a nymphomaniac.

Yet, I hated it at the same time.

"Are you okay?" He let himself up, looking down on me. His hair was dark, ruffled and his eyes were a smoky brown. He was tall, had a sharp jawline- he was what you would call beautiful. In times like these, I regretted not knowing their names.

Unable to say anything, I only nodded my head.

"Damn..." He let out a breath as his eyes raked over my half naked body once again. My pink scrubs were lifted enough to let him access my breasts, the bottom discarded somewhere. I looked beside to find my thong torn in half.

"You really are something, aren't you Adri?" I cringed internally at the affection in his voice. He was just another mindless sedative for me. If he was lucky, I would let him have a second time with me.

But that was it. I wouldn't attach myself to him emotionally.

I gave him a smirk, watching his eyes widen as his Adam's apples bobbed up and down. I didn't want to give him the wrong idea, but I couldn't help but tease him a bit.

They would always come back for more at the end of the day.

Being 20, one would probably think I was a little bit too wild for myself. One might think I was wasting away my life on lust; but I was not.

It wasn't like I was desperate; I only happen to have a high sex drive and I am not picky when it came to men.

After passing my MCAT last year, I thought I would finally be able to pursue my dream. John Hopkins. The thing was, they required some form of experience in the medical field.

So here I was, in a small clinic, working temporarily as an assistant nurse.

And damn this job was hectic.

"When are we seeing each other again, Adri?" The doctor mumbled in a raspy voice. I let myself up and fixed my scrubs, combing back my frizzy hair with my fingers. A brief glimpse at the side mirror told me that my lip-gloss was completely smeared, my blonde hair was a mess.

"I said no strings doctor," I shrugged as I focused on buttoning my scrubs, "Are you already violating the term?"

"I didn't intend to primarily..." He smirked as his eyes met mine on the glass reflection, "But your ass is too pretty to let go."

A chuckle escaped me as I grabbed my glasses from the bedside table, taking a better look at him.

"I know my ass is pretty, doctor, but you being attached is not a pretty look, don't you think?" I raised an eyebrow, thoroughly amused.

"I know," He sighed exasperatedly, as if to exaggerate himself, "I knew you were a heartbreaker but that's just downright cruel."

I rolled my eyes as I stood, looking around for my purse.

"Do you even remember my name?" Even though the question was playfully shot, I couldn't help but feel the pang of embarrassment that ran down me.

I couldn't look up and moments like these were the times I felt like deleting myself out of awkwardness.

"Don't tell me you actually don't?" His voice was laced with surprise.

"I have a weak memory," I muttered lamely.

"Yes and you passed MCAT at 19. Your point?"

I sighed, "I am sorry."

Before I could comprehend, I felt his hands on my shoulder and before I knew, I stood facing him. As he stared into my eyes with humor glistening in them, I could notice that he was quite tall, so I had to crane my neck.

"It's Brent, Brent Johnson."

I gave him a smile, despite my discomfit. It was almost the end of my shift, I was looking forward to a good night's sleep.

Adrianna Campbell.... Adrianna Campbell.... please report to the executive office immediately.

"Did you hear that?" I stuttered as my eyes widened in panic as my heart did a leap. It certainly didn't sound pleasant, in the worst case scenario, someone reported that I was fucking the doctor.

My medical career would end before it had begun!

"The only thing you would hear is my heart shattering if you listen closely," I glared at the man as I grabbed my purse and proceeded to the door.

"Hey, Adrianna..." I halted in my step as I rolled my eyes, this guy was clearly attached to me and I didn't like it, "Call me, you know my number."

"Sure," I muttered dryly as I strode to the executive office, my heart palpitating from the anticipation of what was to come.

The hallway was mostly empty, except for a couple of nurses strutting about. The lights were dimmed and the smell of hydrogen peroxide was too sharp to ignore.

The wooden door came into my view, I brushed my scrubs, hoping to fix any crumple it might have.

Or cum stains.

Taking in a deep breath, I knocked on the door and stood akimbo, my heart beating loudly in my ribcage.

"Come in," The gravelly voice of the chief did nothing to calm my raging nerves.

I twisted the knob and let myself in. Immediately my eyes found a pair of dark brown eyes of a man sitting at the opposite of him. Sure he was a stranger, but damn he was hot.

"Sir?" I frowned, my eyes taking in the stranger through and through, "You summoned me."

"Yes Adrianna I did.." Mr. Adams sighed, "I need to ask you a favor."

The heaviness, that had almost felt like a stone weighted down on my chest, disappeared as if it had never existed. I guessed my time to atone for my sins was yet to come.

"Please go ahead." I shot him a friendly smile, fumbling with my fingers.

"Your internship is coming to an end soon, right?" Mr. Adams pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, shooting me a sharp look from underneath them, "I have decided to assign you your final work before you apply for medical school. It will also give your portfolio a boost."

A smile made its way to my lips. A bubble of hope blossomed within as a flurry of collywobbles unleashed inside me. I was excited, I was nervous and for some reason I couldn't wait to have this new experience that might get me into my dream university.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, dazed, "I am so thankful for this opportunity."

A smile lit up his face, he looked somewhat reassured, "Are you sure? You will be signed as a private nurse who must take care of the patient 24/7. Any negligence entreats the nullification of the contract and you might not get that recommendation in your portfolio."

Being a nurse to some old person 24/7 sounded like a hectic job, but hell if it meant I would land my dream career who cares. I also loved nursing people, it made me happy. The fact they would be able to have a somewhat normal life despite their messed-up life because of me, made me happy.

"I don't have any problem with it sir," I smiled.

"Mr. Estevan here will explain your job in detail," He nodded at the stranger.

My eyes travelled back to the gorgeous young man who seemed to be in his early 20's. He shot me a smile as he stood up, extending his hand.

"Adrianna Campbell, right? I'm Archer. Archer Estevan. Nice to meet you." I shook his hand, loving how coarse it felt.

"Yes, I am a junior nursing assistant here..." I smiled, "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

He took his moment to examine me, "The patient is my older brother, Ares Estevan. He is an outcast, refuses any and every medication; he hates his private space being invaded. He shuts off any and everyone- even me."

I clenched my eyebrows, mentally taking notes. So, I was being assigned to an introvert. Not only an introvert, possibly a person who suffers from anxiety.

"He needs both emotional and physical care. After the accident, he became so distant and insecure because of his eyesight-"

"I beg your pardon?" I interrupted him, shocked, to confirm if I had heard him correctly.

What eyesight-

A melancholic smile lit up Archer's gorgeous features, "My older brother, Ares, is blind. He lost his eyesight in an accident."