Page 88 of Fixation

“Miss Arlington.”

Not a word comes out of my mouth. My eyelids remain as they are, like soft veils over my eyes.

Maybe he’ll go away.

Maybe he’ll be into my defiance.

Or maybe, just maybe, I enjoy teasing him.

That’s a terrifying notion.

In a flash, the warmth of his hand is gone. The warmth of the blanket disappears next.

Everything’s happening too fast. There’s violence in his movements.

This isn’t our regular checkup.

I almost gasp when Anderson yanks me backward by my shoulders.

The restraints slide over the bed with me, tugging on my ankles and wrists.

My head dangles over the edge of the bed, eyes remaining closed. I keep them shut, pretending to sleep. Fear and my sick desires demand that I do.

In the darkness, his presence envelops me.

The shuffle of fabric—his scrubs, probably—suggests he’s pulled his pants down, that he’s freed his cock.

“Can’t wait. Need you,” he hisses. His hand is softer on my bottom lip than it was on my jaw. There’s power in his touch, regardless, as he opens my mouth. “Fuck, kitten. Need you so bad.”

This is…It’s sort of an apology.

He’s never asked for my forgiveness. Never been compelled to.

I don’t want his apologies. Not anymore.

I want his filthy words and forcible touch.

I need this, him, to lose control around me. I get that now, with my pussy wet and my body hot.

That realization ought to make me cry. Except I’m too turned on. I can hardly even pity myself. Can’t bring myself to hate him.

I’ll worry about it later.

There’s only one thing on my mind, and that’s Anderson’s warmth as he comes closer.

My body relaxes for him. The restraints don’t bother me.

My mouth yields while he opens it wider. While he lets go of my lip, replacing his finger with the wet tip of his cock.

“Jesus.” The agonized whisper sends pangs of electricity through me.

He cups the back of my head, his fingers lacing into my hair.

The anticipation of that first stroke is killing me.

It never comes. Instead, there’s only the weight of his blunt crown on my lip. Only his large hand around the back of my head.

He’s going to hurt me any moment now. Choke me. Make me gag on him.