Page 123 of Fixation
“No.”All day and all night, you bastard.
“You did. I missed you too. That’s why”—hushed moan—“I’m being reckless.”
His cock impales me, dragging over my G-spot. Making me see stars.
“He could find us. He could see how”—a groan so gruff and intoxicating ripples from him that I come again, silenced by his mouth on my lips first, and then—“much you mean to me. Can’t help it. Want you. want you so fucking bad. Jesus, Harper. Fuck.”
If any other person told me there were people after him, I’d call him a liar. This isn’t a movie. This is real life, where being chased or stalked isn’t the rule. It’s the exception.
I believe Anderson.
He’s as vicious as they come, fucking me to the wall, sucking on my bottom lip like he’s possessed.
And he’s telling me the truth.
When he grabbed me from my doorstep, he needed me badly. Yet he didn’t kiss me there. Didn’t force me inside through the front door where anyone could see us.
No.
Quick as lightning, he snatched me from the street.
“Who’s out there?” I whisper, my voice clipped. Being pounded like this makes to breathe. To focus about anything other than this need for him. “Who could be worse than you?”
“A compliment.” His eyes light up. “Is that a way of thanking your doctor?”
“You—”
“Be a good girl, Miss Arlington. Take my cock.” He thickens inside me. “Tell me you missed me.”
“What is wrong with you?” What is wrong with me for clinging to him? For having another orgasm to build inside me?
“I see,” he snaps, and what little emotion was in his expression is gone.
The pace of his thrusts slows while he reaches down, bending to get my panties out of his jeans.
“You’ve earned it.” The scrunched material is a weapon in his fist.
“Anderson—”
“Punishing you is a fucking turn-on.” He fills my mouth with my underwear. Instead of fighting him, I pin my heels to his ass. Tears roll down my cheeks for letting him do this to me. “You make everything worth it. You’re so good, even when you’re bad.”
He removes his hand from my mouth.
I bite my underwear harder when I should be spitting them out.
Dammit.
“Harper.” My name is a prayer on his tongue. His eyebrows lower. “Fucking milk me. Beg me to fuck babies into you. I need it. I need you.”
My pussy clenches around him at the wordbabies.
Talking about breeding me is his kink. Another mind-fuck. A way to control me.
He’s been to my house. Invaded my privacy in every sense of the word. He knows I’m on the pill. Has to.
“Harper.” He lights up my nerve endings, each and every one of them. “Be a good whore for me and come on my cock.”
I must be losing it because this orgasm he’s demanding, it can’t be contained. There’s no holding back. I whimper.
