Page 52 of Fixation

“You’re cleared.” I’m breathing hard, conscious of my demons that keep circling inside my head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No,” she howls, pressing her legs together. I push them apart. Harper is fierce, but she’s no match for my strength. To my darkest desires. “No, don’t touch that. Please. I made a mess. It wasn’t—it didn’t come from my?—”

“Be quiet, Miss Arlington.” Lowering myself to her pussy gives me a heady feeling. Smelling her has me hard and desperate. “We’re short-staffed today. I’m the only one here to get you cleaned up. Don’t you trust me?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t.”

“Too bad.”

Nothing will ever be as sweet as Harper.

Nothing will slide down my throat the way she does.

My eyes start rolling from how good it is. But then I see her, here with me, in this sick moment. I can’t look away.

“You were right. You did make a mess of your bed,” I warn, licking her. I take everything, even suck it off the mattress.

“I’m sorry.” It doesn’t surprise me that she genuinely is.

I also don’t care.

Every part of her is mine. Everything about her is perfect. She thrusts life into me.

She does more than that. Harper drags me back from hell time and time again.

I won’t stop until I’ve claimed all of her. Until she’s stripped me bare and taken everything in return.

I belong to her. No one else.

I go up her body, holding her jaw. She’s breathing hard, but she isn’t struggling. She’s giving herself to me. Lying there as I pass my spit and her arousal into her mouth then seal it shut.

“Swallow.” My voice is low, rugged.

A war wages behind her eyes. She realizes this is another boundary I’m crossing. Another one that gets her wet and needy.

My grip makes her chin tremble.

“Do as you’re told.” My hold on her tightens. I shake her head. “Swallow.”

She blinks once in agreement. I’m quick to slide my hand to her throat, licking my lips when I feel her swallowing.

“Are we done now?” She’s quiet, embarrassed. Mine.

“We should be. I should discharge you.” I trail my thumb up and down her throat, precum leaking from my cock. “But you need rough handling. I need it, so I can take better care of you.”

“No. Stop. There are other ways to take care of me.” Her breath quickens.

Possessiveness sends my hand lashing to Harper’s breast. Right over her heart.

She moans as I palm her. Squeeze her. Roll her nipple between my fingers.

Her heart beating violently. What a liar she is, how she craves it.

“There aren’t any other ways. Stop being a brat.” Slapping her nipple when she’s so aroused lands me an unearthly scream out of her. “Disobeying me won’t do you any favors.”

“I hate you.” Before this week, the lie had a ring of truth to it.

Those days are gone.

“I don’t hate you at all.” I remove her restraints and manhandle her. Put her on her hands and knees. “But I’m going to treat you like I do.”

I undo my pants, taking my cock out. My stethoscope waits for me on the table. I grab it while holding her up by her hips.

“Only because I fucking love you.” I’m ready to inflict some torture on Harper. “Because?—”

Whoosh and the stethoscope’s tubing cracks on her ass.

“Life”— crack —“wasn’t”—she cries, screams, curses me—“worth”— crack, crack, crack —“a damn thing”—another one, she can fucking take it—“before you came along.”

“Fuck you.” But she pushes her hips back. Moaning when her soft parts press against the hardest parts of me. “Thank you.”

She’s delirious, and so am I. But I’m not as far gone. I’ll always be in control.

I’ll always be here, ready to catch her when she falls.

Except Harper isn’t falling.

No. She’s soaring.

I spit on her ass, pushing a finger in, lubing her from the inside. At first, she’s nervous. Panicked, even. She’s clenching her tight little hole around me.

“Relax, Miss Arlington.” She gives in, an inch. “More. You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Take this finger. Yes. That’s it. That’s a good fucking girl.”

She shudders, about to collapse. Removing my finger, I grab her hip to keep Harper upright. Spreading out for me.

I put the stethoscope’s earpiece to her tight hole, teasing the rim.

Her emerald eyes gaze up at me. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I barely hear her over the violent thrashing of my heart.

Tilting my head, I apply more pressure. “Yes, I would.”

I’m not arguing with her. I’m stating facts.

I’m going to fuck her with my stethoscope.

“Oh my God,” she breathes as I push it into her ass. Carefully. Slowly.

Her shock is a force vibrating throughout her body. Wetness drips down her inner thighs, her ass pressing back into me. Pleading with me to go deeper.

I pat her ass cheek twice. “Easy now.”

Despite being hot and desperate for this, I won’t damage her by tearing her ass. I hold the stethoscope in place until she stops trying to fuck it, then twist it.

Being cautious and restraining myself somewhat, it’s nearly impossible. But I’m responsible for her. I love her.

The sounds she’s making are otherworldly.

“You moan so pretty for me.” I observe her. The most beautiful, filthy thing I’ve ever seen. “Do you think I’m done yet?”

Words are beyond her. She offers me the tiniest shake of her head.

“That’s right.”

I line up my fat cock to her pussy. Since she’s soaked, and I’m hard as fuck, one thrust is all it takes to be fully seated in her.

“Oh, fuck.” This is the dirtiest, hottest interaction any doctor could have with their patient. The hottest. “This is what I want. This is what you’re getting. For the rest of your life.”

My knuckles turn white around my stethoscope as I hold it in place. The other hand is on her clit. I can’t stop looking between her filled cunt and ass. Can’t get enough of her accusing, starving glare.

I need her. I’m weak for her.

So is she. When I circle her clit long enough, when I hit her G-Spot until she cries, the accusations melt on Harper’s face.

She’s looking at me as if I were her God.

“Good girl. My good little slut.” I slam into her over and over again.

The bed rattles, my heart shakes in its cage.

I fuck her raw and carefully. I love her.

“I own this cunt. This pretty pussy. Your soul—it’s fucking mine, Harper.

You don’t get to be kidnapped by another man.

You don’t get to run. You don’t leave me. Understood?”

“Yes.” This orgasm makes her pussy clamp around my cock, sucking me in. “Anderson.”

Being as controlled as humanly possible so as not to hurt her, I remove the stethoscope.

“Come here.” I put her on her back, her breath whooshing out of her. “Fuck.”

I shove every inch of me into her warmth. I have my lips on hers, swiping my tongue over hers.

“More,” she cries out, her body arching to mine. “More.”

“Can’t wait for your breasts to swell. For your stomach to fill with my baby. Gonna come inside you, kitten.” Railing her into the bed is all I can think of. All I can do. “You’re going to take it. Fucking squeeze me dry. I need it. I need you.”

Her hands tear at my hair, holding me tight as her release washes over her. Between a tormented moan and my name on her lips, I come inside her. Feeding her womb our future children. Filling her until she forgets who she was before me.

She drains me until there’s nothing left.

In an hour, there’ll be more where that came from.

I watch her through my camera as she types something out, possessive satisfaction curling in my chest just a moment before her message lights up my screen.

Harper: I miss you. How’s work? Are you watching me now?

My heart expands and fuck, it hurts. But I like it.

After a nearly twenty-four-hour shift, I revel in that kind of torture. I’ve been aching for it.

Me: It’s okay to say you missed my cock.

I’ll be heading home soon, but I don’t tell her that. Another doctor came early to relieve me. Gave me some excuse about his kids driving him insane.

My chest tightened when he complained about the kind of life I’d kill for.

Briefly.

When I remembered how I fill Harper with my cum every morning and every night, that was when the ache eased up.

We’ll have a million kids soon. And I’ll never complain about a single one of them.

The fact that I’ll be coming home to Harper soon makes things even better. I plan on surprising her, which is why I used the hospital showers to clean up before I take my dirty girl’s pussy.

I toss the towel into the hospital’s hamper. Pull on my jeans and T-shirt.

My phone vibrates.

Harper: Or your stethoscope :(

The sad smiley face catches me off guard, and I bark out a laugh.

Me: I’ll buy you a new one on my way home. And kitten? Later, when you cry in pain, don’t forget that you’re the one who’s asked for it.

Bennet sticks his head into the showers. “Everything okay?”

I snap my mouth closed. My smile is gone. No one gets to see my soft spot. Not one fucking person.

“Yes, just headed out.”

My boss bores his gaze into me.

He won’t find anything on my face.

“Okay.” The regular hospital background noise buzzes around us while he straightens his crimson tie. “We have a fundraiser next month. I’d like you to give a speech if you’re available.”

Technically, I’m not. If it were up to me, Harper and I would never leave our bed. But since what benefits the hospital benefits me, I say, “Sure. Email me the details. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll have my assistant on it.” He pauses. “How’s your cousin, by the way? Is she still in the city?”

Since Harper will be my date for the fundraiser—I can’t wait to see her in an evening gown and a smile on her face—I come out with the truth. “She’s the woman I’m dating, and she’s okay.”

His eyebrows rise to his hairline. “You’re dating your cousin?”

“She’s not my cousin.”

“Oh.” He clears his throat. “You lied, then.”

“We were seeing each other, but it was still new.” This part’s true. “I just didn’t want people talking before things got serious. She’s coming as my plus-one.”

“Yes, of course.” Bennet’s phone rings. He removes it from his jacket pocket, scowling. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

“No problem.” I sit on one of the stools, pulling on my socks and sneakers.

When I lift my head again, Bennet isn’t there anymore. Thank fuck.

I don’t want to be here longer than necessary. Not when I have her to come home to.

We’ll fuck. Stay at her place. I’ll nap while she runs her empire, then wake up to help her around the house. Harper never asks me to do anything. It’s me who’s obsessed with making life as easy as possible for her.

I’ll be there to give her all the space she needs to create.

Then spoil her to rotten before I ruin her again.

Harper: Is that a threat or a promise?

Fuck me. She’s so cute.

Me: Probably both.

My bag is thrown over my shoulder, and I’m out in the hospital’s parking garage. I click on the fob to unlock my car the moment my phone starts buzzing.

I hate how it isn’t Harper.

“Stas, I already told Sergey?—”

“Help,” he rasps. “Help. I’ve been shot. I’m outside your house. Where the fuck are you?”

Thoughts crash over each other in my head.

Protecting Harper at all costs is the first and loudest one.

The second one is, I should hide that motherfucker in case the detectives are staking out my neighborhood.

Last but not least, I could use him as leverage to gain my freedom.

I’m in my car at an inhuman speed, kicking it into gear. “Go wait for me around the back. I’ll be right there.”