Page 179 of Fixation
He’s holding back. I can feel it.
I’m wound up tight, on the edge of ecstasy.
I want more.
Anderson has the power to give it to me.
Maybe he just needs a little encouragement.
“Not.” Our eyes lock as I prepare to be the biggest brat he’s ever met. He looks murderous. Like he might devour me whole. “Sorry.”
Emptiness.
I’m left empty and desolate, watching helplessly as Anderson raises his fingers to his mouth and sucks.
“Why?” The question isn’t coherent. I’m gasping. Reaching out to him.
He flattens a hand on my sternum, pushing me back to the couch.
His face is a mask of indifference. “Do you think you’ve earned an orgasm, brat?”
“Anderson.” I’m squeezing my thighs, mindless with need. In a haze of lust. “I need…please.”
“Here’s the thing, kitten…”
I open my legs wider, hoping that he sees how wet I am. The evidence of my arousal always turns him on.
I don’t get very far before Anderson forces my legs back together.
“I would’ve fucked you hard. I planned on it, on my way from the hospital.” Viciously, he ignores my frustrated tears. He holds my feet together as if I’m not dying over here. As if my entire body isn’t shaking. “I’d lick you first. Eat you out until you begged me to stop. Only I wouldn’t. I’d take you to the shower and fuck you against the wall. I’d be so hard, you’d be crying in pain. And I wouldn’t stop. I’d kiss each one of your tears. Would go deep, hitting your womb with every thrust.”
“Stop.” I’m sobbing, needing him to the point of pain.
Drugged, kidnapped, that’s nothing compared to this. This cruel, inhumane denial.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Your pussy would weep for me.” His brow furrows. “While I came inside you. While I put babies inside you.”
“But?”
A sliver of kindness flashes in his deranged eyes. He pulls me into his lap, moves me around until I straddle him and wipes the tears off my cheeks with his thumbs.
“You heard me before.” His cock pulses against my pussy, lips twitching in a smirk. “You were being a brat. I need to trust that be able to trust you. Need you to listen to me. Unconditionally.”
“I hate you.” My traitorous body surrenders, melting into Anderson. I hide my face in the crook of his neck. “I hate that I love you. You’re a fucking monster.”
Another pain slashes through me when Anderson grips my chin, yanking my face up until we’re eye to eye. “What did you just say?”
My nose scrunches. I am being a brat. “I hate you.”
“After that.”
“I still hate you.”
“Harper.” He blinks once, his expression unreadable. “This is your final warning. I’m not opposed to going through a week of edging you. Of denying you. A week where I’ll sedate you, and you’ll sleep while I get off. You’ll be sore, but you won’t remember any of it.”
Terror lodges in my throat while my skin buzzes with sick excitement. “I’ll say it. On one condition.”
