Page 92 of Fixation
Sex. It’s a step up from everything we’ve done.
Do I want this?
Do I have a choice?
“I want you to feel like yourself. Want you to be present. Want you to be mine.” He jerks his hips, pressing me to the sink. His body is hot and terrifying. “More than anything, I want you to remember the day I ruined you for all other men.”
The words sink in. Then my body responds. Nostrils flaring. Skin heating. My heart gallops. Knees buckling.
He won’t make me like it. He won’t break me.
“No,” I mumble into his hand. “No.”
“Yes. I’m going to fuck you.” Another roll of his hips. My pussy gets hot from the friction while I’m being slammed into the goddamn sink. “After that, you’re free to leave. After that, Harper…”
He turns me toward the toilet, shoving my sweats down. My panties.
“It’s—” I won’t say the word rape. It isn’t. I’m so wet for him. “You’re manipulating me.”
A push on my shoulder, and I’m seated. “No.”
“You won’t let me leave unless you…” My eyebrows draw together.
He turns around, following our usual routine of me going and him looking away. Bastard. “Say it.”
“Unless you fuck me.” I take a deep breath, then exhale through the humiliation.
Once I’m done, Anderson relieves me of the rest of my clothes. I don’t push him. Don’t resist.
I let him help me take a shower. He manages to wash my hair without getting soaked himself.
Tears threaten to come out.
He was right about that too, the bastard. It does feel good to be in a real shower. I’m comfortable in my own skin again.
What isn’t comforting is what comes next.
My desire for him. Hot and furious.
“Good.” He dries my body, my hair, and then lifts me into his arms.
I don’t put up a fight.
I’m past denying the butterflies in my stomach. Past resisting the way I’m drawn to him.
“I’m not strong enough to walk on my own, but I’m strong enough for you to fuck me?” I taunt, hoping he’d give up on me on his own. Tell me I’m too much. That he’s tired of arguing about everything.
Maybe Anderson thought I was pretty. A nice hole to fuck. Not a woman who talks back.
I need something,anything, to pull me out of my insane attraction to him. This perverse affection.
Even if it hurts.
“This again?” He raises an eyebrow, a gleam of mischief twinkling in his eyes.
He snuffs it out as soon as he lays me on my bed.
“Yes, this again,” I say.
