Page 23 of Fixation

“Good girl,” he groans, pulling back again. His eyes roam over every inch of my face. “Good fucking girl. It’s okay to scream. It’s okay to hurt. You’ll get used to the pain. Fucking love it. You’ll walk out of here today with your cunt sore, and your head a mess, with your heart belonging to me.”

My soul reaches out to him. Yet I still fight back. This isn’t safe. He isn’t safe. “Never.”

“I’ve mentioned this before.” The burn from his invasion is blinding.

I feel him. I stretch for him. Moan for him.

“Your consent would be nice. But it isn’t required.

Not your verbal consent, anyway.” He rocks his hips, gently, barely moving.

Tears leak down my temples. “Your body is asking for it. Begging for my cock.”

“You forced me to want this.” A lie. He taught me to want him.

“I forced you to want me .” It’s the final warning I get. The final reprieve.

Before he starts pounding me to the bed.

White-hot pain sears through me. My pussy clenches in an attempt to get him out, out, out of me. Or pull him in.

Yes. No.

I’ve never felt more full. More desired.

More at home.

He’s so big. So strong.

I don’t know. I don’t. All I have right now are my feelings. I’m drowning in them.

I’m Anderson’s property. His patient.

His.

The ache between my legs belongs to him as well. My searing lungs belong to him.

This stretch. This pain. This need.

I’m his, like he promised.

Oh, no.

“Please,” I moan as he thrusts into me, slow and hard. Pinning me to the bed.

The restraints pull against my wrists and ankles, and it burns, lightly. Nothing’s worse than the way Anderson is tugging on my heart.

“When I said I wouldn’t be able to stop, I meant it.” His lips ghost along the curve of my neck. His tongue captures my tears, claiming them as his.

“Please, wait.”

He flashes me a devastating smirk that’s gone as soon as it came.

“Can’t.” It’s an almost growl. The closest sound to a plea he’s ever made. “You’re so good. Too good. I can’t, Harper. I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

His gaze is the darkest it’s ever been. His hands are hot on my face as he holds me.

Both of us are here, in the eye of the storm, and there’s no help for this. For us.

“Yes, you can. Both of us can.” I speak between sobs. Between shallow gasps and moans. He fucks me faster, as intensely as he does everything. He brings me closer to an orgasm that I shouldn’t run toward, but absolutely do. So good. So…good. “We—just stop.”

I beg him to end this while I’m soaking his cock. I cry in pain even though my pussy accommodates him.

Even when I stop pushing and start pulling him into me.

Willingly.

The pain is gone, and all I’m left with is desire and acceptance.

With an emotional connection that I’ll never be able to deny again.

“Wanted this”— thrust —“for so long, Harper. To fuck you. To have you.” His forehead presses to mine.

I breathe him in. I let go and say, “Yes.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone else.” He consumes me. My body strains and arches to this monster. This predator. “Harper, my Harper.”

His eyes narrow as he slows down.

“What?” I’m as confused as I was a second ago. I fear him. I want him. “What?”

“Come for me.”

The word no is on the tip of my tongue.

If I do, I won’t remember it as him taking from me. I’ll remember the giving. I’ll remember the stars in my eyes. The ultimate pleasure.

While I don’t say a word, he kisses whatever I’m about to say off my lips. Turns my growls into moans.

His hand traces the curve of my neck, going lower as he cups my breast then goes lower, as if he’s memorizing the shape of my waist.

I’m close to exploding with his hand flat on my navel and his cock ramming into me.

“Anderson…”

“Don’t you dare tell me no.” He’s not giving me a chance to refuse him. His hand goes to my mouth, shutting me up. He ruts into me, rubbing my clit, making my throat tight. “Don’t hold back. Look at yourself. Look at us.”

Anderson dips his chin, and I follow his gaze, lower to where his cock impales me. Light red wetness covers his length.

My hymen.

Instead of embarrassing me, instead of recoiling from it, it makes me feral. Hotter. Wetter.

His eyes collide with mine, seeing what a depraved woman he’s made of me. He bottoms out every time he rolls his hips.

He isn’t going slow anymore; isn’t being gentle.

Isn’t asking.

“Come for me.”

I do more than that.

I break for him. I come apart, drowning in the sensations his cock pummels into me. Pulsing against him as he rubs his thumb on my clit, demanding that I like this. To love it.

I do, and I hate myself for it.

For thinking that I’m safe here. That this is okay.

Being stalked. Being kidnapped. Having my virginity ripped away from me by someone who claims to be my doctor.

“Yes, good girl. Squeezing my cock.” He releases my mouth, his hand curls around my throat while his thumb keeps stroking and flicking and torturing my clit. “Coming for me like the filthy girl you are.”

He barely finishes the sentence when his climax hits.

It starts with a manly groan, loud and fierce, that sends my body over into another orgasm. I cry from the overload of desire and confusion. Anderson shoots his cum inside me, then he kisses away my sobs with his mouth on mine.

“Good girl,” he hums, his voice strained and too delicious for a monster like him.

“You’ve ruined me.”

“I have.” A small smirk. A brief, warm moment where his nose nuzzles mine. “It’s been the plan all along, kitten.”

Anderson pulls out, though he isn’t done. He climbs off the bed, standing beside me.

Shame fills me head to toe when he starts shoving his cum back in, using two large fingers. It hurts worse to realize that I like it. That his possessiveness makes me wet.

A little more of this and I’d come again.

“This whole time, I planned to ruin you just to have you.” He curls his fingers inside me, and I gasp. “I’m going to keep you. Keep you safe too.”

I have no idea what that means, keeping me safe. There’s no bigger monster in my life—in the world—than Dr. Anderson Maguire.

Whatever game he’s playing at, I don’t want any part of it. Can’t.

“No. No. Push every drop of your cum inside me, it won’t change the fact that I won’t have your babies. I’m on the pill, you know. I’ll never want a baby from you.” More lies. More denial.

“We’ll see about that.”

Terror grips me as he sinks his thick fingers deeper into the swollen, soaking parts of me. He’s forcing pleasure onto me. Makes me remember he gets to do whatever he wants with me.

“I’ll run away, and you’ll never find me again.”

“I don’t think so.” He only leaves me long enough to pull his scrubs back on.

Then he undoes my restraints, scooping me up.

He blinks, and his eyes are back to being as frozen as his cold heart.

As attractive. It kills me that I still think of him like that.

“But we’ll discuss it later. Right now, you’re being discharged. ”