Page 82 of Fixation
“I’m close, Miss Arlington.” Each word is a jerk of his hips. A way to gag me. To control me. “Yes. Suck harder, baby. Press your lips. Use your tongue. Lick, fucking lick me. Be good. Take it. Yes, you’re doing it. Jesus, you’re so good.”
His grip on my jaw is hard enough to bruise.
“You’re going to swallow.” He barely finishes the sentence.
A growl takes over him. The most feral, satisfied sounds escaping his throat. They reverberate through his body, and I feel every one of them.
I swallow every drop.
“Very good.” I’m sobbing by the time he pulls out. He tucks himself in, his dark eyes softer than before. Just barely. I sob harder for that, for how kind he looks.
“Will you ever let me go?”Worse still, willIever want to go?
“I promised you I would.” He cups the back of my head, sliding me onto the bed, gently. From there, he towels me off until I’m dry.
“When?”
My eyes are on him, while his are on the new set of clothes he brought me. A small pair of red panties that I recognize as mine.
The gray sweatpants, white T-shirt, and white sweater have to be his.
They’re soft. They’re wrong.
“When you’re healed and rested.” After he puts my new clothes on me, he places me in a chair near the bed, then Anderson gets to changing the sheets on the bed. Then my pillowcase. “When I can stop being your doctor and become something more. When you realize you’re mine.”
“Never.”
I’m back on the bed. He removes the soaked bandage around my arm. Anderson sterilizes the open wound, bandaging me a second time.
“Maybe sleeping it off will help you change your mind.” Alcohol chills my arm, right above the bandage. He inserts a new IV.
“Ow!”
“It’s for your own good.”
To be locked up here? To be sedated by something stronger that’ll keep me unconscious for hours? “No!”
“Shh. It’s okay.”
“No.” Truth is, I’m incredibly sleepy. I didn’t feel the pinch of the needle, though. Must’ve missed it. “No.”
“Not like it matters, but I didn’t sedate you.” His eyes, dark, consuming, and honest, watch me from above. “You’re exhausted. Just another reason why you need me.”
“You didn’t?” My limbs are heavy, but in a good way. It’s me falling asleep. Really me.
“No, Miss Arlington, I didn’t. Get some rest. I’ll be here with dinner when you wake up.” He pulls a new blanket over me.
It smells clean, and it’s impossible to hate him for it. Impossible to cry.
His attention, the softness of it, is painfully addictive. I start forgetting why I hated him in the first place.
Oh, right. He’s kidnapped me.
When I was the most broken I’d ever been. Then he put me back together.
He gave me a vacation from hell.
I even…yeah. I’ll admit it to myself. New ideas are surfacing. Darker designs are born from the quiet down here.
