Page 110 of Fixation
Lifting weights for two hours at home was the only thing that kept me there.
If not for that, I wouldn’t have been able to contain myself. I would’ve stormed into her house. I would’ve taken what was mine.
I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of watching her come undone.
The control I have over her gets me so fucking hard. She has no idea what I’ll do next. It brings out the most beautiful sides of her.
Knowing I might drop in at any time has to put her on edge. Before I left for work, I caught her on camera, looking over her shoulderagain.
My girl, taunting me. Cowering from me.
Fuck, I love that.
After taking a quick shower then changing into a pair of jeans, T-shirt and a hoodie, I’m headed out. The doors to the hospital’s exit slide open when I reach them. Cool air welcomes me. No one stops me to ask about my cousin or any-fucking-thing.
I told Dr. Bennet that Harper was doing better and would be back in her apartment.
Hospital gossip travels fast, which was precisely what I’d hoped for.
For everyone to leave me alone.
My mind circles back to her as I cross the parking garage to my reserved spot.
She needs to want me. Crave me.
She does. But what’s missing is her fear. She isn’t scared enough.
A terrified woman wouldn’t have rubbed her pretty pussy in the shower the night after she was released from captivity.
I watched her. Fucked my fist to the livestream of her coming and shaking and crying out:Please, please, please.
Time to go home. Alone.
The Lexus’s lights blink when I click the fob. I throw my bag into the passenger seat and slide inside the car.
My secure phone lands on the console.
A notification flashes across the screen simultaneously.
I know who it is before I see the name.
Sergey:Today isn’t a good day to meet, either. Maybe tomorrow.
That prick. My hands react, balling into fists. The one holding the phone nearly breaks the fragile device.
Can’t have that happening. I need it to watch her.
Sergey will see me tonight, whether he likes it or not. If he won’t agree to my demands, well, that’s why I have my contingency plan.
He can let me live in peace, or he can die.
I want him dead. I want him and Stas to be my most brutal murders to date.
I roll my shoulders, cracking my neck to the left, then right.
Me:Stop fucking around. Give me a time and place. Now.
Sergey:You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.
