Page 60 of Fixation

“Never, I—No.” It’s clear to her what I have in the vial. She slams her hands on the bed. Rocks her body left and right. “No! Stop! No!”

I wipe alcohol over her neck, hold her steady by her forehead, and inject her.

She’s intoxicating when she’s unconscious.

She’s a sight to behold when she begs.

“Please.” That final attempt almost—almost—breaks me.

No can do. If I break, she’ll use it against me. She’ll be out of here before it’s time.

She might press charges, despite her feelings for me. Despite being turned on every time I’m around her.

I’ll be behind bars. And she’ll be back to killing herself over work.

Our relationship will be over. She’ll return to a life she doesn’t deserve. Live with a man who won’t be able to give it to her.

A man who isn’t me.

“Anderson…”

“Breathe in. Count to ten.”

“Bastard.” Her eyes drift close. “This isn’t right.”

“Yes, it is.” Once she dozes off, I allow myself this peck on her forehead. A gentle touch to keep the beast at bay. “A bastard who loves it when you resist.”

Two hours later,I’m refreshed and showered. Harper’s anesthetic should wear off any second now.

I wait for it to happen. For her to come back to me.

My sleeping beauty. My Harper, lost in her dreams. Finally at peace.

Thick lashes rest on full cheeks. The crimson on them has lessened now that her fever is lower. She’s beautiful anyway.

She’s innocent. Sweet. At my mercy.

A long list of depraved sexual needs rises to the surface.

I could do any number of them to her, and she won’t resist me. Won’t struggle or tell me how much she hates me.

I’ll be free to touch her however I want. My seed will fill her womb. My cum will trickle down her throat.

The ultimate control.

I’ll give her the ultimate pleasure in return. Lick and bite and suck on her clit. She’ll be unconscious when she comes, and I’ll inhale her scent. I’ll do it for fucking hours.

And I’ll be breaking my promise to her.

Not like it matters. She thinks I’m a lying bastard, anyway.

I might be. I probably am.

But I still have some control over myself. While it lasts, I’ll be here to attend to her fever. Her flu.

In less than five minutes, I have everything I need to help her get cleaned up, including a change of clothes.

Then I’m back at her side. I don’t wake her. Don’t need her fighting me on this too.