Page 76 of Fixation
“Is it going in my file, Dr.?” I’m mocking him. I’m trying to rid myself of this heat and need and desire that take hold of my body. Of my soul. “Tell me.”
A shake of his head. “No file. No chart. Just me, asking you—has anyone fucked you, Harper?”
He’s close and intense. The air crackles in the room. Then he bends lower, making it impossible for me to lie to him.
He sees me like no one ever has.
“No.”
“No, what?” Anderson’s lips brush mine as he speaks. My heart thuds, slowly, painfully. Shamefully. “Use your words.”
“No one’s ever fucked me,” I say in a hushed voice.
“And this hole?” He slips a thumb between my lips. “Have you had another man’s cock in your mouth?”
My sick, deranged captor is a pro at stealing the breath out of my lungs.
“You’re really going to waste your second question on that?” I rasp.
“Yes.” His swift reply surprises me for all of a second.
Then I see him, just as profoundly as he sees me. For some strange reason, he needs this.
For some strange reason, I want to give it to him. “I haven’t—haven’t?—”
He presses his thumb to my tongue, making a growly sound in the back of his throat. “Speak up.”
“I haven’t had another man’s cock in my mouth.”
Anderson steels himself, as if he were a statue. His features freeze. His fingers hold my chin in place.
No part of him moves.
But his gaze. The emotional turmoil behind them reminds me of winter in New York.
The pelting rain. The hail that follows. Of snow and blizzards and thunder that have me shaking in my bones.
I shudder at his gaze.
“Fucking your hand should’ve been enough,” he talks to himself, pulling back from me. “I can’t give in. I can’t—you’re my patient, goddammit. But…”
His lungs expand. He squeezes his eyes shut. Comes an inch closer.
Anderson bends to me, infiltrating my personal space.
His eyes open when our foreheads press. “Fuck it.”
“Oh—” It’s hardly a breath before his mouth crushes to mine.
No brushing. No testing.
Kissing. Assaulting me, coaxing my lips open.
His hand is rough as it slides down my neck. Into my hair. My body breaks out in shivers at the swipe of his tongue along my lips, as it demands to rub against mine.
This man is claiming me thoroughly. Unapologetically.
For the entirety of this mind-numbing kiss, anyway.
