Page 67 of The Fixer

“What can’t you do, sweetheart? Talk to me.”

“Can’t let you go,” I told her, the words ripping up my throat.

She shifted on the bed, and my eyes trailed down her body. To her pert breasts, perfect in all ways, nipples peaked against the cold, begging to be touched. To her smooth stomach. Her slim hips. To the pink center of her where I’d found my home, that sweet, sweet pussy taunting me while she laid there on display. She shifted again, her legs moving, trying to get free from my binds, trying to cover herself up.

“Why can’t you let me go?” There it was, the panic I’d been waiting for. The tight voice, pitching high.

“Can’t,” I told her, hating myself. Hating the tightness in my chest that strangled my shuddering breath. “I know you want to leave. I know I’m keeping you against your will. But I can’t, Eliza. I can’t let you go.”

Her brow pulled down, those chocolate eyes going hard. Hating me the way I deserved. I dropped my gaze to the floor, my shoulders curling forward as nausea churned in my gut.

“Who said I didn’t want to be here?” she questioned, a bite to her soft voice. “Who said any of this was against my will?”

“I’ve got you fucking chained to my bed!” I spit out, hands flying through the air to point at her before stopping. I drew a fist to my mouth.

“You call this chained?” she asked, and the bite in her voice grew like the slash of a whip. “This isn’t chained. You’ve got me tied to your bed with… with silk? Put me on display for you so you can taunt me from across the room?”

My brow scrunched.

Don’t just stand there staring, big guy. Come on over. I won’t bite.

Pain lashed, tying up my heart.

Just breathe, Kosta’s voice rattled in my ear. She can’t hurt you anymore.

“Come here.” Her demand was quiet, this tentative sound. Coaxing me, like I was a child. I cringed when I stood, my dick so hard it hurt, and stumbled over to the foot of the bed. Her cheeks flamed as she caught sight of me, of the straining mass jutting out from between my legs. And I hated that I wanted to shove my dick between her open lips, to fuck her senseless again and again.

Like last night.

Fuck, she’d been so good. So needy, so open. The girl blushing that gorgeous, peachy blush, when I demanded she tell me what she wanted. And that blush had spread, body blazing as she whimpered her pleasure into my mouth.

I wanted her again. I wanted her… If only…

“What do you want, Eliza?” There was no power behind my words, the tight clench of my throat barely letting them squeeze out. That blush didn’t move. Didn’t spread, didn’t pale. Just stayed there on her cheeks, taunting me with her sweet innocence, making my aching dick even harder.

“What do you want, Jet?” she asked, and there... there was the power. She’d stolen it from me, left me weak and defenseless, just as I’d been as a boy.

“You.” It was just a whisper, dredged up from deep in my soul. A truth greater than any I’d ever known.

“You have me.” Her hands flexed, the muscles in her arms tensed as she pulled at her binds. “Don’t you see? Even without these, I’m not going anywhere. I don’t want to, because I want you, too.”

“Eliza—” I started, shaking my head. But she wouldn’t let me go on.

“I want you, Jet. I want to be yours. I want to hold you when you’re struggling, to build you up the way you’ve done for me. I want to be here for you. I want to… I want to love you.”

My eyes clenched shut, my heart a gallop in my chest.

“Don’t you see that? Don’t you see how I fell for you from the very start? How every second I spend with you makes me want you more?”

“Eliza.” There were tears welling in her eyes, and I couldn’t let that stand. Couldn’t take it that I’d been the one to put them there. I reached for her, but rather than flinching away, she leaned into me as much as she could.

“I want you,” she whispered, thighs pressing together as much as they could.

Slowly, I slid my hand down her side, across her belly, down her thigh. I held her ankle as I undid her bind, then moved to her other foot, setting her free. Crawling up the bed, I hovered over her, dick prodding her belly as I reached for her hand.

“Don’t,” she whispered, fingers twisting to grip my own. “Don’t ever let me go.”

Flecks of cinnamon covered her flesh, the specks lit up like fireworks underneath her blush. She lifted her head, pressed her lips to mine, and everything in my world came unhinged.