Page 148 of Fixation
“Shh.” Two thick fingers go into my ass, up to the first knuckle.
At the onslaught of pleasure, I almost drop the syringe.
He lets go of my raised leg, placing it gently on the bed. Caressing my ass in a strangely comforting way.
“I’ll treat your delicate ankle later. For now, I have to take care of this. You have to”—he shoves the syringe deeper into my pussy—“be good. You don’t want this to end up in your virgin ass, do you?”
My mouth opens in a silent cry. Anderson groans, hungry for my fear.
There’s nowhere to run.
I don’t want to run.
I clench my thighs with everything I have in me.
“That’s it.” He sinks his fingers deeper. Twisting them. Stretching me. “It hurts worse when you squeeze your thighs likethat. Having my fingers in your ass would be easier if I let you relax. But I’m not that kind of doctor.”
“No,” I whisper. “You aren’t.”
Anderson levels his gaze at me. “And you’re not that kind of patient.”
Swallowing a whimper, I press my lips together and nod.
“No, you aren’t.” He’s all the way in, his fingers probing. Stroking. Dragging in and out of me.
What we have here isn’t just physical.
He’s molding me into this person he wants me to be.
This woman I dream of being.
“I never—” I suck in a breath, hating and loving it when he adds a third finger. When he pumps them, the pressure makes me heady. Floaty.His. “Never knew I wanted this, either.”
“I did.” Gentleness slips into his tone.
Into this murderer’s voice.
I haven’t forgotten about that.
I don’t care about that.
My body doesn’t hate anything about him.
I imagine him standing over Werner. Killing him for me.
He would’ve been scowling, my avenging angel. My deranged neighbor.
He would’ve had me on his mind.
Anderson’s muscles flex as he squirts more lube onto my ass. As he finger-fucks me fast, then slow.
“Oh, no.” I blink, shocked and horrified by the orgasm that’s much stronger than each and every one that came before it. With a syringe in my pussy. His fingers in my ass. Murder on my mind. Who am I? “Anderson. Dr. Maguire. No. No. Make it stop.”
“Never.” He yanks the syringe out of me, hurling it across the room. It shatters on one of the walls, as violently as Anderson’scontrol splinters. “Do it again. Come for me. Come for me, baby. Just like that, good girl. Good fucking girl.”
He pulls his fingers out. I can barely catch my breath before he lines up the thick head of his cock to my tight hole.
“I’m scared.”
