Page 37 of The Fixer

My orgasm doesn’t hit me. It drowns me, holding me under until tremors work through my limbs, into my fingertips and toes. A complete out of body experience.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Come all over me, kitten. Soak me and strangle my cock,” Garrix coos, but he sounds miles away. I’m riding so high, I fear I’ll never come back down.

He pulls out of me before flipping me over and pushing my shoulders into the bed. Looking over them, I catch a glimpse of him propping my hips up out of my peripheral vision, so my ass is in the air.

He brings his hand down hard, once on each cheek and another time lower, so part of the blow lands on my oversensitive sex. It feels as if a million tiny currents are passing through me, and I groan.

He pulls my hands back, holding onto my forearms as he enters me again, picking up the same relentless pace as before. With every thrust, he hits a spot deep inside me that has my vision going blurry. My ability to say anything is long gone, and everything comes out in moans and babbled sounds.

“That’s fucking music to my ears, keep moaning for me. I’m going to fill this pussy up so good for you. Going to mark you from the inside,” he grunts.

My body goes bow tight as another orgasm rips through me, detonating and leaving pure ruin in its wake. His movements become frantic before he unleashes inside me. Time passes, and eventually, he lets my hands go. I feel his fingers enter me and push his cum back inside. He starts to slowly work it as far back as he can, massaging my inner walls.

He groans so deeply that I feel it reverberate inside me. “You're dripping with me, kitten. I don’t want to waste a drop.”

“Mmm.” I cross my arms under my head, and let this deep, sated feeling wash over me. My body is in bed, but I feel as if I’m floating above it somewhere, where no one but Garrix can touch me. He rubs my asscheeks tenderly, his fingers skimming over his earlier blows and setting my behind on fire.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, kissing my cheek before leaving.

He returns to bed with a warm, damp washcloth and presses it to my aching sex. The heat sinks into me, easing the sting. I didn’t think a man who does such depraved, carnal things to my body had the capacity to be so tender. To look into my eyes the way he is right now, as if I’m the center of his universe, a gift to treasure.

Once the cloth turns cold, he throws it on the floor before getting into bed beside me. The thick comforter covering us traps our body heat. He cradles me to his chest, and I bury my nose into his arm, inhaling his masculine scent. I’m too tired to think of what tonight means, of how it will change things moving forward between us.

“There’s no going back now, kitten. You’re mine.” He kisses my forehead, and I melt into him.

He squeezes me tighter, rubbing little circles into my back as the darkness in the room takes me under.

A ringtone echoes through the room, and I reach for my phone on my bedside table. Except there’s no table there. Or phone. I open my eyes, and the darkness of the room isn’t familiar. But the large, warm body pressed against me is.

Garrix moves his arm from my waist to grab his phone, then returns it after putting it on speaker for us.

“Bonjour, bitch,” he rasps.

“Ha, ha,” French’s smooth voice fills the room. “I sure hope Maddie is with you, because her brothers are about to tear NYC apart to find her. Word on the street is you two pissed off some Russians at Vixen and no one’s heard from you since.”

“Oh shit… I never called Max.” My gut twists with guilt.

Vaulting myself from bed, I find a t-shirt and boxers in one of the drawers, put them on, and run downstairs to get my phone. It has 8% battery left, and dozens of missed calls and texts.

I open my chat with Max. The more I read, the more my stomach churns with anxiety.

Max: Hey it’s getting late, when are you coming home?

Missed Call - Max (3)

Max: Your location says you’re in the Bronx? What happened?

Max: Luca isn’t buying that you’re asleep, he’s asking for a visual confirmation.

The sibling group chat is worse.

Max: I’m sorry. He knows.

Luca: Why the fuck aren’t you in Max’s guest room?

Luca: Someone sent you a death threat and you’re out of your secure location!!!!!

Luca: Wherever you are, you have five minutes to call me and fill me in.

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