Page 173 of Fixation
Spank. Spank. Spank.
“—want me. Make you as desperate and obsessed?—”
My ass smarts. Burns. My own work tool is being used against me.
For my pleasure.
“—as I am. You’ll be a whore for me. You’ll be wet and soaked. I’ll give you what you need. I’ll fuck you, kitten. I’ll let my good whore come. Just like you’re going to come now. Come for me. I fucking need it.”
I never imagined it could feel like this. That something so rough, so twisted, could reach into my soul like this.
Anderson touches me like he’s waited a lifetime to break me open.
There’s no fear left inside me. Only this floaty feeling. This high.
I’m blooming from the inside out. With him here, the world is soft around the edges.
My body isn’t mine, but it’s more mine than it’s ever been.
I should question this. I should be worried.
I’m not. I just want more.
Whatever this is, whatever he’s turned me into, I don’t fight it.
I embrace it, coming all over his cock without making a sound. Even now, that he manhandles me and treats me like this. Not gentle or rough. Not meticulous or surgical.
Like a reverent, obsessed man.
No one else can love me like this. This madly.
He’s a lot to take in.
He’smine.
“Good girl.” He tries to sound impersonal, but even in my lust and drug haze, I hear his barely restrained desire. I hear how much he aches for me. “Good”—the file crashes against the wall. Both his hands are on my hips, bruising me—“girl. Gonna come inside you.”Thrust. “I need that pussy full of my seed. You’re ovulating. I want you pregnant. Want to fill you with babies this fucking month.”
Oh. Oh.
Anderson has been watching me long enough to know when I’m ovulating, which is today.
He’s invaded my home. My body. My privacy.
He’s taken everything.
Almost.
Because even though I’m ovulating, I can’t get pregnant this month. I’m on the pill.
And it…breaks something inside me. Another resistance that’s been torn down.
The idea of having kids with him isn’t as horrifying as it used to be when he kidnapped me.
Truth is, it’s alluring. To have a family with a man who’d burn the world down for me.
Nothing’s ever felt more right than this.
Next month, then. Next month.
