Page 22 of Fixation

“Yes, you are.” In efficient movements, he releases me from the restraints.

The IV tube is out, and he twists the cap onto the cannula. I’m bleeding a little, and the area around it is a tad swollen.

He doesn’t he patch me up again.

I watch his every move, still hot for him. Hot and curious.

“Why are you carrying me?” I ask as he scoops me up. We’re headed to the back of the room. “I can walk. I have walked.”

“I won’t be able to touch you after today.” His eyes are aimed straight ahead until we get to the bathroom.

“Why? What happens after today?” God, he’s unnerving. I press my hands to his shoulders, digging my fingers in. “Anderson, you can’t keep talking to me in half sentences. Are you going to kill me?”

His attention settles on my lips. My nose. My cheeks. Eventually, it meets my gaze. “No.”

I shiver. “Then?”

“You don’t hate me anymore.” He places me on the floor, guiding me to the sink, where my toothbrush waits for me.

Both of his hands are on my hips, a firm, familiar touch that I’m leaning into despite myself.

“No matter how hard you try, you don’t act like a prisoner.

” We stare at each other in the mirror. He thrusts his hips into me, unable to help himself.

“Anyone can see you’re here of your own free will.

You moaned in your bed. You let me use your mouth.

And if I hadn’t stopped, you’d have let me come down your pretty throat. ”

He’s so right that it hurts.

I can’t look at him when I’m like this.

With trembling hands, I turn the water on and wash my face.

Anderson is quiet as he brushes my hair behind my shoulders.

I still can’t bring myself to look at him.

My head is bowed as I reach for my toothbrush. I squeeze the minty toothpaste on it. Brush. Spit. Rinse. Spit again.

“You think I’m weak.” A change of subject. If I continue to talk about how fucked in the head I am, I think I’ll lose it for real. “That I can’t walk. And that I stink.”

“No,” he whispers against the crook of my neck. “What I really think is…”

He hasn’t done that before. Hasn’t kissed me there once, yet he finds that soft spot with his mouth as if he’s kissed my neck a thousand times.

My pulse skyrockets.

He has to feel it.

“I think I’ll take you any way you come to me, Harper.

” His lips part, teeth teasing my skin. “You could be rolling in filth, and I wouldn’t hesitate to kiss your pouty lips or bend you over and fuck you.

I carried you over here because I wanted to hold you.

I’m helping you wash your face and brush your teeth because it’ll make you feel better. Does that answer your question?”

“I don’t want you?—”

His hand slams on my mouth, and he lifts my face. “Stop lying.”

I stare straight ahead, his dark gaze clashing with mine in the mirror. His hips push against me, his hard cock making me gasp. Making me wetter than ever.

“This shower I’m going to help you with, it isn’t for me. It’s for you.” His brow furrows. “The first time you get fucked, kitten, you need to be comfortable. A shower—a real shower—is what you need.”

My eyes fly wide open. His are narrowed and deviant.

Sex. It’s a step up from everything we’ve done.

Do I want this?

Do I have a choice?

“I want you to feel like yourself. Want you to be present. Want you to be mine.” He jerks his hips, pressing me to the sink. His body is hot and terrifying. “More than anything, I want you to remember the day I ruined you for all other men.”

The words sink in. Then my body responds. Nostrils flaring. Skin heating. My heart gallops. Knees buckling.

He won’t make me like it. He won’t break me.

“No,” I mumble into his hand. “No.”

“Yes. I’m going to fuck you.” Another roll of his hips. My pussy gets hot from the friction while I’m being slammed into the goddamn sink. “After that, you’re free to leave. After that, Harper…”

He turns me toward the toilet, shoving my sweats down. My panties.

“It’s—” I won’t say the word rape. It isn’t. I’m so wet for him. “You’re manipulating me.”

A push on my shoulder, and I’m seated. “No.”

“You won’t let me leave unless you…” My eyebrows draw together.

He turns around, following our usual routine of me going and him looking away. Bastard. “Say it.”

“Unless you fuck me.” I take a deep breath, then exhale through the humiliation.

Once I’m done, Anderson relieves me of the rest of my clothes. I don’t push him. Don’t resist.

I let him help me take a shower. He manages to wash my hair without getting soaked himself.

Tears threaten to come out.

He was right about that too, the bastard. It does feel good to be in a real shower. I’m comfortable in my own skin again.

What isn’t comforting is what comes next.

My desire for him. Hot and furious.

“Good.” He dries my body, my hair, and then lifts me into his arms.

I don’t put up a fight.

I’m past denying the butterflies in my stomach. Past resisting the way I’m drawn to him.

“I’m not strong enough to walk on my own, but I’m strong enough for you to fuck me?” I taunt, hoping he’d give up on me on his own. Tell me I’m too much. That he’s tired of arguing about everything.

Maybe Anderson thought I was pretty. A nice hole to fuck. Not a woman who talks back.

I need something, anything , to pull me out of my insane attraction to him. This perverse affection.

Even if it hurts.

“This again?” He raises an eyebrow, a gleam of mischief twinkling in his eyes.

He snuffs it out as soon as he lays me on my bed.

“Yes, this again,” I say.

“I told you already, but I’ll repeat it over and over until you get it.” My breath hitches at his determination. “Because I won’t be holding you for a while.”

My heart flutters. Of all my flaws, this is the worst, not being able to shut him out of my soul.

“You won’t let me go. Liar.”

He removes his clothes, his muscles rippling as he does. His taut abs and the light smattering of hair at the bottom make my mouth water.

His cock jerks when he rubs it, when he runs his thumb over the wet tip. His face is sharper than ever. A sign that he’s holding himself back.

He’s looking at me like he’s about to devour me.

“Harper, enough with this question. These doubts.” He climbs the bed.

It’s much sturdier than the average hospital bed.

Has to be, to carry both our weight without so much as creaking.

“Stop wondering why I chose you . I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else.

I won’t want anyone else. You’re it for me, just be-fucking-cause. ”

His hands are on my thighs. His mouth closes on my clit.

“Oh God.” But I lift my hips. I want this, him. My skin lights on fire. “Fuck. Stop.”

“There will be no one else.” Our eyes are locked, and he works his throat, spitting on my pussy. Demeaning me. Turning me on. “Not for you. Not for me. You might still even fight me on this after I let you go. But…”

I cry out when he licks me from my opening to my clit. He swirls his tongue over the sensitive area, flicking it, sucking me. His thick fingers press into my body, invading me, two of them.

“But what?” His tongue, mouth, and fingers force me to care. I need to hear him say it. “But what?”

Anderson raises his head, his lips wet. Eyes dark. “In the end, we’ll be together. You’re mine. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”

His mouth is back on me as the last word leaves his lips.

The most intense, mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had shatters me, knocking the air from my lungs.

My lips part in a silent scream.

A hushed plea.

“Anderson.”

Like the predator that he is, he crawls up my body, settling between my thighs.

“Please.” I’m quivering, shaking. Wanting him so much. Each of his forearms lowers to bracket my face. “Please.”

“It’s going to hurt, kitten.” He lines himself up to my pussy. Pushes in the head of him.

“Please, don’t.” The stretch is overwhelming. I feel the sting, the fullness. He’s so big, and yet I’m hungry for more. Despite the pain. Because of it. “Don’t—it does hurt.”

“I’m afraid we’re past that. Past me stopping this.” He bites his lip. Tension laces through his muscles as he holds himself from thrusting into me. He gets off on this, on terrifying me. “You’re wet, fucking sucking me. You’re begging for it.”

“I’m not.”

It’s not that I don’t want him to. I know by now that I do.

Getting pregnant by him isn’t an issue, either. It should take at least a month for the pills to clear out of my system.

What I’m afraid of, the reason that my heart almost stops, is that I might get off on it.

I could grow attached to him.

I could fall in love with him.

Panic crashes over me. “Don’t, Anderson.”

“Too late. You’re going to take my cock like a good girl.” His thumb brushes an errant tear off my temple. I stifle a moan when his tongue chases another. “You’re going to have my fucking babies. I can’t stop, Harper. I can’t.”

Anderson finishes his sentence with a sensual kiss that soon turns rough. Demanding.

His teeth sink into my bottom lip, and the searing pain makes me gasp. But then, after a few seconds pass, I get used to it. Just like I’ve gotten used to him.

And…I settle into it. Crave it, even. It’s insane, how ruthless he is, how I crave it. He could tell I’d be into it from the start.

I’m just starting to breathe again when, with a feral growl, he shoves his cock halfway inside me.

My eyes are wide. Lungs burning.

I scream into his mouth, and he doesn’t care one bit. He kisses me harder, tongue, teeth, lips. His fingers thread into my hair, tipping my face up for him.

The pain is everywhere.

It stings. It’s searing me from the inside.

It’s pleasure too. I pant for him. I’m weak for him.

Quietly, Anderson pulls back to look at me like the predator he is.

Then he leans in, devouring me with another vicious kiss. A possessive one. He kisses me like he owns me.