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MADISON

L eaning my head back on the sofa, I stare at the orange and blue flames in the fireplace, my mind spinning from Jagger’s words about Ben. The same question keeps echoing inside my head. Why me?

Jagger comes back inside, having walked Jason out to the rollback. His boots thud over the hardwood floor, coming closer.

Leaning over the back of the couch, his hot breath flows over my ear as he whispers, “You better run.”

My eyes widen, my heartbeat accelerating as I turn to him. “W-What?”

“You need to get out of your head. And I know exactly how to do it.” He shoots me a smug smile, his eyes sinfully dark. “I’m giving you a ten-second head start. Now, run.”

Jumping to my feet, I sprint down the hallway, my eyes cutting light and right… and then I decide to head up the stairs. Jagger’s bedroom takes up most of the second floor, but there’s also a smaller room that he stores things. Plenty of stuff to hide behind.

His evil laugh trails behind me as I flee, my heart beating like a drum inside my chest. Anticipation curls through me, my pulse pounding in my throat. Trying to outwit my stalker has my blood pumping.

At the last second, I remember there’s a small door to access the spare room inside Jagger’s bedroom. I quietly sneak into his room, then hurry to the door. Soundlessly, I open it, then sneak through to the other side. It’s dark outside and without turning the light on, the room is bathed in shadows. Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, I quietly tiptoe through the room, my eyes raking over the storage shelves that have totes neatly stacked in them. My fingers trail over them curiously as I wander slowly around the room.

My breathing is heavy as I turn in a slow circle. Maybe I should have just hidden under his bed. This room is too damn organized.

Finally, I spot a small closet at the far end of the room. Opening the door, I hurry inside, knowing I’m nearly out of time before he finds me. Shutting it quietly, I let out a breath, and a small giggle escapes. Taking a step back from the door, I slam into —

“You’re too predictable, baby girl,” his low voice rasps in my ear as his hand clamps over my mouth. Goosebumps erupt over my body from the sound of it. His smell is heady and addictive, making my head spin.

“I’ll bet your pussy is fucking soaked, isn’t it?” His gravelly tone would make even Satan jealous as his hand slid to the apex of my thighs.

His hand still covers my mouth as I nod. Satisfied, he slides it lower, wrapping his large hand around my neck, holding me against him but not squeezing. His other hand slides to the waistband of my yoga pants and then inside, slowly moving lower.

Then he stills.

“Baby girl. You’re not wearing any panties.”

A wide grin spreads over my face. “I know.”

He chuckles. “Naughty girl.” His hand moves lower, cupping my pussy. “So fucking wet for me.”

I gasped, his touch lighting every nerve on fire. Leaning against him, I spread my legs wider.

“That’s right. Spread your legs for me.” He slowly sinks a finger inside, and I release a loud moan. “You like my fingers inside of you, don’t you Maddie?”

“God, yes,” I whimper.

He adds another finger, teasing me as he moves in and out so slowly that I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I wiggle and buck against him, trying to get him to increase his pace, but he only laughs. “Such delicious torture,” he whispers, his hot breath igniting my skin, making me shudder.

A frustrated groan escapes me, and he laughs harder, the vibrations of his chest against my back turning me on. Everything about this man turns me on.

Finally, he uses his fingers to fuck me harder and faster, driving me out of my mind from the way he knows exactly how to please me.

I gasp as he adds a third finger. “Jagger,” I protested.

“Shhh, baby girl. You can take it. You take my cock like a pro. Three fingers will be nothing for you.” He licks and nips at my neck as he moves his fingers in and out of me. I whimper and groan as the pleasure rolls through me. He’s right, of course. It hurt for a few seconds, but now I’m soaked, suspended in a state of bliss, as he deftly moves his fingers inside me. “Good girl,” he whispers.

Fuck. His words push me toward the edge, and my legs start shaking, that familiar tightening in my lower belly telling me I’m about to go crashing over the other side of the cliff as he gives me an explosive—

“What the fuck?” Irritation courses through me as his fingers slip out of me.

“Nope. You haven’t earned that orgasm yet.” His hands slide out of my pants, his hand releasing my neck.

“Are you fucking serious?” I whirl around to face him, a tornado of fury inside of me.

He grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the closet. He kicks it shut, hurrying toward the door that connects to his bedroom. I smack his ass, earning a grunt from him before he tosses me on his huge bed.

I’ve barely stopped bouncing on his mattress when he grabs me, flipping me over, yanking me to my hands and knees.

The warm air from the fireplace behind me hits my ass and pussy as he yanks my bottoms down to my knees. His palm comes down across my ass, making my pussy clench.

“You’re a prisoner here.” His hand comes down, slapping my ass hard again.

I wince, a thrill of pleasure rolling through me. God, I’m fucking sick. I can’t argue against his words, my breath catching in my throat from the sensations rolling through me.

“You belong to me, baby girl.” His hand smacks my ass again, even harder. “You’re mine .”

Whimpering, instead of trying to pull away, I arch my back, tempting him.

“Fuck,” his voice is raspy as he slaps me again. “That pussy is fucking glistening.” His hand gently rubs over my stinging ass. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby girl.”

My head falls onto the sheets, my strength waning as the desire rolls through my body, making me tremble. “Please, Jagger.”

His hand slides over my soaked pussy, which gives me away. “You can’t tell me you don’t fucking enjoy this, Maddie.” He shoves his finger inside me again, and I moan, arching against him.

I can’t control my body as it reacts to his touch. To the tone of his voice. To him . My body betrays me for him.

“Don’t think I’m going easy on you tonight.” He removes his finger from me, slapping my ass.

I wince, then look over my shoulder, licking my lips. “Do your worst, Jagger.” What the fuck is wrong with me?

His grin unnerves me. I try to control the shiver as he slides over my body, his mouth and tongue running over my back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Then he moves, his hand slapping my ass with a loud crack. I grit my teeth but am unsuccessful at preventing the yelp that comes out.

“Good girl,” he rasps. “You like to be punished, don’t you?”

Breathing heavily, I look at him over my shoulder. Once again, I have no idea when I became so defiant. “No,” I snapped, lying through my teeth.

Slap! “Liar.” He grabs my hair, wrapping it around his hand, yanking my head back. “What did I tell you about lying to me?”

Defiance rolls through me as I say nothing, wanting him to punish me. It’s a far cry from the way I felt with Ben. Jagger has this way of punishing me that pleases the hell out of me. My pussy is wetter than it’s ever been.

And I trust him.

When the silence stretches between us, he leans over me. “I’m going to ask you one final time. If you don’t tell me the truth, I’m going to smack you harder than your ass has ever been hit, then carry you to your bedroom and tie your ass to the bed. And that soaked pussy will remain unsatisfied all night long.” He lets his words sink in for a minute before he says, “Now, tell me.” His dark eyes flash a warning. “Do you like to be punished?”

As much as I enjoy defying him, I want him so fucking bad. I need him to touch me.

I stare into his onyx eyes, his passion incinerating me from the lust flowing from them. Veins stand up in his arms, chest, and neck. His chest moves in and out from his heavy breathing and damn it, I’m dripping. He is every one of my fantasies come to life.

“If I say it, will you give me what I need?” I hate the pleading tone of my voice, but I’m powerless to stop it.

His voice is a seductive purr as he says, “I’ll give you everything you need. And more.”

Fuck . My arousal drips all over my inner thighs.

“Five seconds, Maddie,” he warns.

“Yes. I like to be punished. But only from you ,” I say in a rush, not wanting to be tied up and left alone like this.

He releases my hair, his other hand lightly rubbing over my red ass. “Your pain and pleasure belong to me. And only me .”

“Jagger.” I moan, needing him so fucking bad. “Please.”

“Tell me I’m the only man you want.” His fingers lightly stroke my opening, making me whimper, wanting more.

My hands fist his comforter. “Yes. Only you.”

“That’s my baby girl. You belonged to me, even when you were with him.” He plunges another finger inside of me. “I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come.” He works his fingers in and out of me. “Trust me?”

Nodding, I rasp, “Without question.”

He nips the side of my neck before he slides over my body. As he settles between my legs, I look at him over my shoulder.

So fucking hot. I’d endure any amount of his torture for the pleasure I know he will give me.

His thumb moves to my clit and I moan, my head falling forward. He circles it while his two fingers slide in and out of me, his voice seductive rasp as he says, “You like that, baby girl?”

My forehead hits the bed and I turn my head. “God, yes, Jagger. Please don’t stop. Please…”

Jagger chuckles. “No way in hell will I stop.”

He shifts behind me and then I feel— Oh . “Jagger, I—”

“Shh, baby girl.” He whispers against my ass. “Just trust me.” Then his tongue slides around my hole. I tense, uneasy because I’ve never done any type of ass play. It always seemed kind of… gross.

“Relax, sweetness.” His fingers move in and out of my pussy faster, his thumb circling my clit harder. “Just enjoy it.”

His lilting voice relaxes me and the second I do, his tongue plunges inside my ass. I gasp, then moan. I can’t believe how good that feels.

He keeps licking me, his hands working their magic inside my pussy. My entire body convulses as I fist the covers beneath me. “God, Jagger, I’m gonna come.” I barely get the last word out before my body unleashes, spazzing so hard my legs and arms can’t hold me, and I collapse onto the bed. I’m lightheaded, starbursts exploding behind my eyes, as I lay there on the mattress hoping I don’t die tonight.

When the shockwaves subside, Jagger climbs up beside me, pushing my sweaty hair out of my face. “I love to make you come,” he whispers.

I reach over, my hand sliding over my shoulder to the back of his neck. “That was incredible.”

His smile is sinful and sexy as hell. “I know how to please you, baby girl.”

I can’t help but stiffen slightly from his words, my mind whirling. He knows exactly how to please—and control me even, through sex.

But is this all a game to him? Or does he really care for me?