Page 169 of Fixation

“Look at you.” He approaches the bed, one of my metal files in his palm.

He holds it as naturally as I do. My sharp tool looks at home in the grip of a man who cut, sliced, and sutured hundreds of people. Saved so many lives.

Ended forty-eight of them. Not including Werner and who knows who else he’s killed for me.

The inner shiver inside me isn’t a real movement. That’s…a notion. Yes.

“Being an obedient patient.” Anderson’s cock jerks once he’s at the edge of my bed. He strokes my cheek, eyes fixated on my face. “You’re doing exceptionally well, Miss Arlington. I might have to keep you.” He’s playing with me. There’s nomight. He’s keeping me, I’m sure of that. “You won’t be my patient, though. You’ll be my slut. A pretty thing I’ll fuck whenever I’m in the mood. A womb to fill with my babies.”

To stay like this for life? No, no way.

He doesn’t mean it. Can’t mean it.

He’s still playing his kinky game.

His obsession with breeding me—I can’t keep acting like it doesn’t make me wet.

But I’m on the pill. I’ve been regulating my periods with it. I don’t understand how he’s missed that.

Whatever the reason, we aren’t going to have babies anytime soon.

“You will have my babies.” He shuts down my thoughts. Did he see the doubts in my eyes? Maybe.

He glares at me, and he’s serious. Vicious. His jaw is as sharp as the blade of the metal file.

His words rattle me to my core.

On the inside, I’m thrashing my body. How the hell could he read my mind?

On the outside, I’m his lifeless doll.

He runs the tip of the metal file over my shin. My knee. My thigh.

The mattress dips with Anderson’s weight.

My heart sinks when his lips curl into a sinister smirk.

You want him.

You need him.

I do, I do, I do. I’m so wet with it. So tormented, but then, warmth engulfs me. I’m his.

“You have such a pretty cunt.” He bites his bottom lip, unable to look away from my humiliatingly soaked core. “You taste unlike any other thing I’ve ever had. The most tempting fuck hole.”

Anderson’s expression darkens. He lowers the metal file to my pussy.

Terror clutches at my chest. I’m shuddering on the inside. Screaming for him to stop. He can’t see I’m terrified. I doubt he cares.

“We’ve spent plenty of time with my work tools.” It’s a deplorable thing to be turned on like this. When his fingers hold my lips apart, the metal file inches toward my skin. “Let’s test yours. For your medical records, of course.”

Oh God, oh fuck. The tip of the file is on my pussy. Anderson strokes it back and forth, and every inch of me answers his touch without ever moving.

My soul that comes alive.

Sparks are flying everywhere.

My nerve endings scream when he presses the dull edge to my clit. He isn’t being gentle, he’s just—this pressure.