Page 55 of Fixation

Harper’s small groans and grunts spur me on, pushing me to move faster.

I need to put this day behind us. I need the rest of our lives to fucking begin.

For the rest of my life, I’ll give her more than my heart, my soul, my cum.

We’ll be dirty and raw together.

I’m not worth a damn thing if I’m not hers.

“Deep enough?”

My head whips at the question. I look up at her from the hole I’ve been working on for who knows how long.

She cocks an eyebrow, forearm resting on the shovel jammed in the dirt by the grave she dug. Her hair is disheveled, emerald eyes raking over my body.

Before I come up to check her handiwork, I glance over at mine. It’s deep enough. Good.

I toss my shovel out of the hole I dug, grab the edges of Sergey’s future grave, and lift myself out of it.

“Well then.” My gaze is focused on Harper. I stroll over to her, rounding her like a predator circling its prey. “What do you think? Think you’ve done a good job?”

My lips brush over the sweet spot where her shoulder meets her neck. The salty taste of her sweat and her is one of the many reasons that my blood travels south.

“Hmm?” I’m thick and hard, grabbing her hips and hauling her to my chest. My cock aches, throbbing between butt cheeks. Precum wets the tip. “Are you done, or did you call me over because of that greedy cunt of yours?”

She can’t talk. I don’t need her to.

I slip a hand to her front, my fingers shoved beneath the waistband of her jeans. Stopping over her pussy. Turning her into a gasping, shuddering mess.

“Was it because you’re so fucking wet for me?

” I part her lips, pressing my middle finger to her clit lightly.

She grips my wrist, trying to push me lower.

Growling like the kitten she is when I won’t budge.

“You’re so desperate to be fucked. To have my cum in your pretty pussy.

That’s what gets you off, isn’t it? The thought of your stomach stretching, filled up with my babies? ”

My filthy words, my teeth on her flesh, the teasing pressure of my finger…Harper’s unraveling.

Her head falls back, her ass pushing to meet my cock, to grind on it.

“Please.” Such a needy moan. I almost give in to her. “Please, oh God, please.”

There are other things to attend to before I give in to her. To myself.

“Let’s see about that grave.”

The second I leave her, she falls forward. I steady her with one arm around her waist, letting go of her as soon as I’m sure she can stay up by herself.

Being a prick about it.

She wants warmth and attention? Too bad. The only thing she’s getting is me.

I make a show of staring at the grave she dug.

Of course it’s perfect.

Pride and warmth swell in my chest at her work. At how she’s persevered despite the challenges life and I threw in her way.

“You’ve done an okay job.” I love you, but I’m too much of a sadist bastard to say that . “Though…no, it isn’t completely symmetrical.”

I couldn’t give a fuck about symmetry. I give a fuck about getting her worked up.

“So?” Her brow scrunches, and she moves closer to me. “Who cares?”

I don’t . I wrap a hand around her throat, pulling her to me. Tipping her face up. “Talking back?”

“Yes.” I choke her harder. “No.”

“Good girl.” Drowning in desire, I lean in and nip at her bottom lip.

“You’re lucky I want to rail you so hard, I can barely breathe.

Otherwise, I would’ve made you go down there.

Would’ve stood watch while you dug another couple of inches in the ground.

Until the grave is symmetrical. That would’ve been a fitting punishment for being a brat. ”

“You wouldn’t have.”

“Yes, I would.” I cock an eyebrow. “As it stands, this grave will do. Go wait for me by that tree.”

She grabs my hand, squeezing it. “Anderson, I thought we were doing this together?”

“You thought I’d let you touch another man, is that it?” We’re breathing each other’s air, my forehead pressing to hers. She trembles at my ruthlessness. “You thought wrong, kitten. Go wait for me while I take care of them.”

Something about my possessiveness soothes her, and she flashes me a shy smile. “Okay.”

As a reward, I devour her lips, biting, sucking. Wrapping my hand tighter around her throat until she struggles to breathe.

She kisses her monster back. Moans and swipes her tongue along mine.

With death surrounding us, with her complete submission, I’m close to cracking.

I don’t.

“Go over there.” Careful not to stumble into the grave, I step back. “Wait for me.”

“Always.” She walks backward, looking at me as if I’m the man of her dreams.

The burial process happens in a blur.

Their bodies are all that’s left for me to handle. I already crushed their phones into dust after deleting their last locations. Fortunately, nothing was uploaded to the cloud.

When I’m done, I look at my handiwork.

Heaps of dirt cover the two criminals. Leaves, twigs, and scattered debris provide sufficient camouflage if anyone stumbles through.

I’ll spread them over their graves. After I’m done with her.

The shovels are behind me as I stand on top of Sergey’s fresh grave, arms crossed over my chest.

“Come here.”

Harper doesn’t fight me or ask why. She pushes off the tree, her boots and socks already gone as she walks over to where I’m standing.

She stops in front of me, close enough to feel her heat, like she’s daring me to break first.

Granted, I do. I reach for her hair, winding it in my fist. I shove Harper lower and lower until she’s kneeling before me.

“Is this okay?” She bats her lashes, wickedly innocent.

She might be down there, held by her hair, seemingly helpless.

She isn’t. Harper has her fist around my heart. She owns me.

She isn’t letting go.

I’d never want her to.

Desire bursts through me. Watching her down there, on top of a man’s grave, I’m in love.

“Take me out.”

She licks her lips, freeing my cock. My throbbing length bobs in her face, and she grabs the base, parting her lips.

This girl, she knows exactly what to do to make me lose my fucking mind. My Harper opens only wide enough to take the tip in, to lap her tongue over my precum.

“Harper.” With my hand in her hair, I push her all the way in. Groaning when her teeth graze me.

Her frantic eyes stare up at me. She digs her nails into my thighs, gagging at the brutal assault.

“That’s for talking back, kitten.” I’m being ruthless, inconsiderate, and desperate as I use her mouth, fucking it.

She’s coughing and drooling. Mine . “I’m filling your mouth with something better than your attitude.

Than your teasing words. You’re going to take me—yes, just like that.

There you go. Scratch me. Hurt me. Show me how much you don’t want it. ”

Instead of biting me, Harper moans around my dick. Her nails no longer break my skin. She’s kneeling right over where Sergey’s head’s located under the dirt, and she’s sucking me.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling her off me. A string of her spit connects her mouth and my cock. Her breasts heave, eyes wide. “Be a good girl, Harper. Take my boots off. My pants.”

For weeks, I’ve been the one stripping her. Looking after her. Worshipping her. It doesn’t feel as good to be the one tended to, but it is hot.

She’s so good with her hands that I’m naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds. I grab the hem of my hoodie, whipping it off, then discard my T-shirt.

Seeing her as she waits for me, still on her goddamn knees, makes it harder to think.

I fucking manage, kneeling in front of her, getting her naked too.

By the time every inch of Harper’s skin is exposed, I’m suffocated by desire. I put her down so she’s lying on the dirt. On top of Sergey’s grave.

Her hair is sprawled on the ground, breasts swollen with lust. She’s panting and moaning, mumbling, Please and I need you .

Every sound she makes sinks its claws into my chest, dragging me closer to losing control.

I fist my cock, stroking it, smearing her spit from root to tip.

She starts crying, unable to take it anymore, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers.

Being a ruthless bastard, I wait for her fingertips to brush her clit.

“No.” I bat her hands away. It gets me a growl.

I spread her legs wider, pushing into her with no preparation or warning.

“Fuck.” She arches her back, her face made even more beautiful by the moonlight. By the sheer ecstasy of being railed on top of another man’s grave. “Anderson, I can’t take it anymore. Oh, oh—I’m going to come.”

“That’s my good girl.” One of my hands is a manacle around her wrists. I pin her arms over her head, never slowing down. Not going soft on her. Never. She wouldn’t want that. “My filthy girl. Getting railed like the good girl that you are.”

Degradation isn’t something she was used to before I made a mess of her life.

She’s having me, anyway.

I’m the only man in her life. The only one who’d talk like that out of my love for her. From a place of reverence.

She’s my slut. My woman. My goddess.

Harper whimpers, tears leaking down her temples, but she meets me with each thrust.

My cock is bruising her, marking her from the inside. The things that come out of my mouth are no better.

“No one else…” I hiss, getting thicker the more I look at her.

I have her nipple in my mouth, groaning at the sound of my name on her lips. The pain bleeding from it. Releasing her, I stare at her while I pound her harder than ever before.

“I’m your first. Your last. No one else will ever touch this pussy. If you’re not pregnant yet, you will be soon. Can’t”— thrust —“fucking”— thrust —“wait.”

I release her wrists to flick my thumb over her clit, making her shudder for me.

“Look at you, desperate for my cum.” I sit on my knees, grabbing her by her thighs and rocking my hips hard and fast into her cunt. “Milking my fat cock.”

If there’s an afterlife, Sergey’s somewhere up there. Forced to watch us defile the one place that was ever meant to hold him still.

The thought, combined with Harper’s spasming cunt, breaks me down completely. I groan for her.

I come for her.

I say her name, and then I kiss her lips. Cup her cheeks. Push my seed deeper with every slow stroke.

I’ll live for her. Fight for her. Die for her.

In this life, and the next.