Page 98 of Fixation

Bile climbed up my throat regardless. So did hate.

Then…life went on.

Mundane. Repulsive. A sad existence.

Until Harper.

After this shower, I’ll have to let my girl go.

But before I send her off to start the second part of our games, while she’s here, I have her. I’m going to soak up every second with Harper.

At my silence, her brow furrows and her eyes speak to me.

I want to hear her. More than anything. “You’ve got something on your mind, Miss Arlington?”

She wants me, leaning into my hands that rub shampoo into her hair.

“I do.” She blinks, letting drops of water cascade down her cheeks. “You’re giving methatlook.”

“What look?” I don’t know about my eyes, but other parts of me are awake.

I’m painfully hard. Throbbing.

No textbook or research has ever shed light on how erotic tending to her would be.

“That intense look.” Her cheeks redden. This isn’t the fever tainting her skin. She’s fine. She’s blushing. And I’ll need to let her go. Temporarily. I can’t wait to play with her. Then have her back. “Like you’re going to do something. To me.”

“Well, I am doing something to you.”

Playing dumb, it’s a choice. I have an excellent idea of what she’s talking about.

I’m already planning what I’ll do to her if she won’t return to me willingly.

If she won’t be back before my patience snaps, I’m stripping her of her options.

I’m taking her.

With my arms around her body, while her legs kick, and screams rise in her throat.

“You’re washing me.” The corners of her mouth tip up. “After you…” She presses her lips together.

Aching to hear these words, I arch an eyebrow.

“After you fucked me.”

Violated me. Raped me. Forced me.

She doesn’t use any of these words.

Fucked me.

Yes, I was right. She wanted it.

She wants me.

“Such a dirty mouth on such a pretty girl.” The blood in my body rushes south. I can’t have it. I focus on her, on getting this shower right. “Eyes closed.”

She complies without arguing, letting me rinse the suds out.