Page 102 of Fixation
“Put your hands forward.” I slide the straps of her black bra over her arms, clasp it behind her back, then dress her in a long-sleeved black T-shirt. I could do this for eternity. “Stand up.”
I’m so fucking glad that her legs are stronger today. Her balance is far better than it was when she tried to escape. When she stumbled while I was busy answering that bastard, Sergey.
It upset him that I’d asked for a meeting. Of course it pissed him off. I hadn’t told him why I needed one, but he’s a brilliant, conniving man.
He can definitely put sixteen and fourteen together.
I’m just as riled up.Not a good time, he texted me.It wouldn’t be a good time for a while now.
Whatever.
Who the fuck cares about him now?
“Foot up.” I’m down on my knees, guiding Harper’s panties up one leg. Then the other.
“I can hurt you like this,” she muses, pretending to hate me, though her pussy is wet. Her arousal tastes sweet when I kiss it off the insides of her thighs. She’s breathless when she says, “Hands around your throat. A kick to the chest. It’ll be so easy to kill you for what you did to me.”
“True.” Her black leggings fit snugly over her lean legs as I pull them up. As she lets me. “But you won’t do it.”
“Why not?” I stay there, at her feet. I’m a prick, offering her a false sense of power. “You aren’t going to let me go. It’s my only chance to break free.”
Before she finishes the infuriating wordfree, I stand up to my full height. She backs up, nearly falling onto my bed.
“You’re really going to kill me, Harper?” I hook an arm around her waist, shoving my free hand down her panties. At the first contact of my middle finger and her cunt, she moans. Frowns. Pouting, her eyes accuse me. “You think you could live without me?”
“I—” Her forehead falls into my chest. I press the heel of my palm to her clit, shoving two fingers inside her. Stroking that sensitive area that has her breath hitching and her fingers burying into my arms. “It’d be the right thing to do. You’re a bastard.”
“I am.” Her orgasm takes over her faster than I would’ve liked. She pulses and moans and clings to me like I’m her lifeline as she comes undone for me. “Your bastard.”
Your everything.
Harper stares up at me. Blinking. Confused as all fuck.
“Thank you.” Her lips curve down. “No, no, fuck that.” She backs up, sliding to the side, straightening her clothes. Flushing, she watches me lick her arousal off my fingers. Her hands rise. “I’m not thanking you.”
I cock my head, ignoring the painful hard-on in my pants.
Bending her over and claiming her repeatedly isn’t how I get to keep her forever. I have to play it smart.
“I never asked you to.”
She can’t stand to look at me, can’t take the weight of the emotions barreling into her.
It’s a beautiful thing to watch. Her distress. Her eyes that dart around the room but always return to me.
This little kitten is lost.
I’m silent, waiting for the moment that she finally looks out the window. Realization dawns on her face. Her mouth hangs open. “I was right. Youaremy neighbor.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
“That’s the point.” Her face pales. She steps backward toward the door. “You never said anything.”
That’s only half-true.
I also failed to tell her that the Russian mafia is my second employer. That I scanned the street before she woke her up this morning. I never mentioned that the only reason she’s allowed to leave me in broad daylight is thattheyaren’t out there.
“You should stay over for breakfast.” I lick my fingers, tasting her pussy on them. Reminding her that I just made her come for me.
