Page 158 of Fixation
His lips brush along the crook of my neck.
“I’m yours.”
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ANDERSON
Harper’s fear tastes like something I crave. Intoxicating. Mesmerizing.
I’m drunk on it. Fucking heady.
But she’s going to try to run. She’s going to try to push me away.
She never planned on falling for a hitman.
I.
Don’t.
Care.
Out of everyone I’ve ever known, Harper doesn’t deserve this lifestyle. The risks involved.
Still don’t care.
“You lied to me.”
“No, I didn’t.” I plant both hands on her hips. Grounding her. Calming her while she shudders.
“Lying by omission…” She sucks in a breath, bracing her hands against the door. “That’s lying, Anderson. You should’ve told me before…”
A sob racks her. It takes twice as much effort to help her stop shivering like that.
I pin her to the door, turning her face to the side. I’m addicted to the sight of her trembling in fear. Soaking it up, I graze my teeth along the curve of her neck to coax a hitched breath from her chest.
“Before what?” Needing to claim back what’s mine, I shove my fingers between her and the door, then beneath the hem of her shirt.
I was having my coffee when I saw the two detectives walk in here. Into this sacred space.
One of them raised his voice at her. He shouted at my precious patient. At what’s mine.
Problem is, killing a policeman would land me in prison. Would get me locked up in a cell, away from her.
He and his partner are alive, thanks to Harper.
“Before I fell for you.”
Harper’s neck reddens, even though she’s already told me she fell for me once. Her shoulders slump.
Falling for a terrible man is the worst possible scenario.
For her.
For me, on the other hand…
“Harper. Kitten.” My heart is in my throat. The nerve endings on my skin are raw. Open.
“This isn’t the life I wanted.” She slams a fist on the door. “They could kill me. They could killyou, you asshole. I wish you’d just leave. I wish none of them would lay a finger on you. That you’d always be here. Safe. I’ll never have that, right? I’ll always have to worry that they’ll murder you.”
