Page 96 of Fixation
His eyes collide with mine, seeing what a depraved woman he’s made of me. He bottoms out every time he rolls his hips.
He isn’t going slow anymore; isn’t being gentle.
Isn’t asking.
“Come for me.”
I do more than that.
I break for him. I come apart, drowning in the sensations his cock pummels into me. Pulsing against him as he rubs his thumb on my clit, demanding that I like this. To love it.
I do, and I hate myself for it.
For thinking that I’m safe here. That this is okay.
Being stalked. Being kidnapped. Having my virginity ripped away from me by someone who claims to be my doctor.
“Yes, good girl. Squeezing my cock.” He releases my mouth, his hand curls around my throat while his thumb keeps stroking and flicking and torturing my clit. “Coming for me like the filthy girl you are.”
He barely finishes the sentence when his climax hits.
It starts with a manly groan, loud and fierce, that sends my body over into another orgasm. I cry from the overload of desire and confusion. Anderson shoots his cum inside me, then he kisses away my sobs with his mouth on mine.
“Good girl,” he hums, his voice strained and too delicious for a monster like him.
“You’ve ruined me.”
“I have.” A small smirk. A brief, warm moment where his nose nuzzles mine. “It’s been the plan all along, kitten.”
Anderson pulls out, though he isn’t done. He climbs off the bed, standing beside me.
Shame fills me head to toe when he starts shoving his cum back in, using two large fingers. It hurts worse to realize that I like it. That his possessiveness makes me wet.
A little more of this and I’d come again.
“This whole time, I planned to ruin you just to have you.” He curls his fingers inside me, and I gasp. “I’m going to keep you. Keep you safe too.”
I have no idea what that means, keeping me safe. There’s no bigger monster in my life—in the world—than Dr. Anderson Maguire.
Whatever game he’s playing at, I don’t want any part of it. Can’t.
“No. No. Push every drop of your cum inside me, it won’t change the fact that I won’t have your babies. I’m on the pill, you know. I’ll never want a baby from you.” More lies. More denial.
“We’ll see about that.”
Terror grips me as he sinks his thick fingers deeper into the swollen, soaking parts of me. He’s forcing pleasure onto me. Makes me remember he gets to do whatever he wants with me.
“I’ll run away, and you’ll never find me again.”
“I don’t think so.” He only leaves me long enough to pull his scrubs back on. Then he undoes my restraints, scooping me up. He blinks, and his eyes are back to being as frozen as his cold heart. As attractive. It kills me that I still think of him like that. “But we’ll discuss it later. Right now, you’re being discharged.”
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ANDERSON
Imeant it when I told Harper she was being discharged.
As of today, I’m not her doctor anymore. As of today, I’m just hers.
