Page 220 of Fixation
“No.” I bat her hands away. It gets me a growl.
I spread her legs wider, pushing into her with no preparation or warning.
“Fuck.” She arches her back, her face made even more beautiful by the moonlight. By the sheer ecstasy of being railed on top of another man’s grave. “Anderson, I can’t take it anymore. Oh, oh—I’m going to come.”
“That’s my good girl.” One of my hands is a manacle around her wrists. I pin her arms over her head, never slowing down. Not going soft on her. Never. She wouldn’t want that. “My filthy girl. Getting railed like the good girl that you are.”
Degradation isn’t something she was used to before I made a mess of her life.
She’s having me, anyway.
I’m the only man in her life. The only one who’d talk like that out of my love for her. From a place of reverence.
She’s my slut. My woman. My goddess.
Harper whimpers, tears leaking down her temples, but she meets me with each thrust.
My cock is bruising her, marking her from the inside. The things that come out of my mouth are no better.
“No one else…” I hiss, getting thicker the more I look at her.
I have her nipple in my mouth, groaning at the sound of my name on her lips. The pain bleeding from it. Releasing her, I stare at her while I pound her harder than ever before.
“I’m your first. Your last. No one else will ever touch this pussy. If you’re not pregnant yet, you will be soon. Can’t”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“wait.”
I release her wrists to flick my thumb over her clit, making her shudder for me.
“Look at you, desperate for my cum.” I sit on my knees, grabbing her by her thighs and rocking my hips hard and fast into her cunt. “Milking my fat cock.”
If there’s an afterlife, Sergey’s somewhere up there. Forced to watch us defile the one place that was ever meant to hold him still.
The thought, combined with Harper’s spasming cunt, breaks me down completely. I groan for her.
I come for her.
I say her name, and then I kiss her lips. Cup her cheeks. Push my seed deeper with every slow stroke.
I’ll live for her. Fight for her. Die for her.
In this life, and the next.
EPILOGUE
Harper
Athin needle skates over my bare arm, sending a prickling chill across my skin. My shoulder tingles as it glides along the curve of my neck.
I don’t dare open my eyes.
Instead, I suck in a breath, inhaling my husband’s dark presence. His woodsy cologne. His manly scent. The hint of baby smell.
And I wait.
“Such a dirty girl.” Anderson’s large hand comes up from behind me. He presses my back to his front, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “Such a slut for me. For our games.”
I keep pretending to be asleep. He likes it better that way.
So do I.
