Page 120 of Fixation
His cock presses hard against my stomach through his jeans. He’s getting off on this.
Tears sting my eyes. Shame fills me from head to toe from being as turned on as he seems to be.
“Nod once if you agree.”
I do, and it’s his fault.
He did this.
He planted these feelings in me.
This need.
This ache that makes me wet for something I should run from.
Growling, I stomp on his foot as hard as I can. The other one.
“Harper.” He tilts his head and grinds his hips into me, letting me feel every hard inch of him.
Instead of hurting him again, I collapse against the wall. I grab his wrist like it’s the only solid thing left.
That’s all the assurance he needs to remove his hand.
“Wait for me here.” The way he stares at me, I don’t think I can tell him no. I don’t know if I want to. “I have to try to fix this. Give me five minutes. Can you do that for me?”
“I’m scared.” Of him. Ofthem. Of everything, it feels like.
“Don’t be.” Two words and I’m much calmer. I hate that he has this effect on me. I love it just as much. “Five minutes, okay? And I’ll be back.”
As soon as I say, “yes” he disappears. I’m barely able to catch my breath before he’s here again. Clamping a hand over my mouth though I’ve been quiet.
He’s getting off on it. On controlling me.
“Look at you.” His eyebrow quirks. “So obedient for me.”
“Go to hell,” I growl into his hand, mad at myself for staying. For wanting him. “Go to hell,” I repeat, even though I doubt he understands.
“Look at you.” His eyebrow quirks. He’s getting off on this. “So obedient for me.”
“Go to hell,” I hiss into his hand. I doubt he understands.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say.” Oh, he does understand. Nothing escapes him. Including me. “But I’m willing to put that behind us. Now, promise me you’ll be quiet.”
I bite the inside of his palm again. Grab his wrist harder, cursing him inwardly for being a horrible temptation.
When he growls, my insides melt. He humps me, slow and leisurely, into the brick wall. I’m being dry-fucked out here in the street. Forced to take it.
Forced to like it.
I do.“That’s it.” An orgasm I refuse to give in to builds anyway, low and hot. Anderson sees it too, his eyes narrowing. “Going to fuck the resistance out of you.”
My shorts are down to my knees. He pushes two fingers under my panties, into me, like my body’s his to play with however he wants.
“You’re soaked.” Every stroke drags me higher. So fast. Too fast.What’s he doing to me?“Is that for me?”
My nostrils flare, my body yielding.
He isn’t making me like it, like he did before. I want him.
