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MADISON

M y brows furrow as I drop into the seat across from Jagger at the dining room table. Tilting my head, I assess him as he sips his coffee, his eyes locked on his laptop screen.

Without looking up, his deep, husky voice says, “What is it, baby girl?”

I don’t say anything, taking in the exhaustion lining his face.

When the silence drags on, and I still haven’t spoken, Jagger’s obsidian eyes flit to mine, and he levels me with that intense look that never fails to make me shiver with excitement despite my concern for him. “You look exhausted.”

“I’m fine.” He stifles a yawn.

“No, you’re not, Jagger. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard since Ben sent that video and called a week ago.”

He opens his mouth, but the ringing of his cell phone beside him interrupts whatever he’s about to say. Grabbing it, he presses the button to answer. “Hey, Jason. Any updates?”

The sound of a vehicle engine drifts through the phone. “Unfortunately, yes. We found the girl’s body that was in the video. She was brutally tortured, with multiple stab wounds, contusions, and burns on her body.” Jason lets out a long sigh. “We took pictures and a video. Bryce is working on sending it to you now.”

“Where did you find her?” Jagger’s eyes are locked on mine, watching my expression. His face wrinkles with worry.

“In the woods about an hour and a half from your cabin.”

“Nowhere near campus, his previous stomping ground,” Bryce says into the phone. “He knows the campus is being scrutinized. He’s not taking any chances.” We hear Bryce’s fingers flying over the keys. “I just sent the pics and video. Maddie, it’s gruesome as hell. I’d suggest letting Jagger look at it before you view it.”

Leaning back in my chair, guilt gnaws at my chest. “Thanks, Bryce.” My stomach churns at the horrors that my mind conjures up.

“It’s not your fault, baby girl,” Jagger whispers. “This is on all that sick fucker.”

I know he’s right, but I can’t help feeling guilty.

“Mads. How ya doing?” Jason’s voice is teasing, trying to distract me from the morbid conversation. “I have Bryce watching your friend Ashlynn’s apartment. She’s a hottie.”

I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face, which widens when I hear Bryce protest. “I’m not watching her, Maddie. Jason is the one stalking her, not me.”

Grabbing my coffee mug, I take another sip before answering. “This isn’t going to end well. Jason’s probably going to get punched in the balls before the police take his ass to jail for stalking.”

Bryce laughs while Jason immediately protests. “Come on, Mads. I have more skills than that. Jagger’s been giving me lessons—”

Jagger snorts. “I have not, asshole. If I were giving you lessons, it would be on how not to be an annoying fucker.”

The three of us laugh as Jason whines, “That hurts, brother. Everyone is ganging up on me.”

Shaking my head, I steer the conversation back to the most pressing topic—my crazy ex. “Did you figure out why my psycho ex dumped her body there? Any cabins or anything nearby?”

A growl draws my attention to Jagger. “I fucking hate that he’s your ex,” he complains. “I hate that you were involved with anyone except me.”

My body heats from his possessive stare. I immediately get up and walk about the table. He shoves his chair back as I get closer, and I straddle his lap, feeling his dick thicken beneath me. “You’ve erased everyone before you.” My hands cup his face as I kiss him, feeling his muscles loosen as he responds to my words and touch.

Bryce’s voice breaks through my lust-induced haze. “We didn’t see anything in the immediate area, but we didn’t get a chance to look. Two guys were running on a trail through the woods. When they saw her mutilated body, they freaked out. One was puking while the other nearly passed out when they spotted her remains. Jason and I snuck off as they were calling 9-1-1.”

My body slumps against Jagger, my lips against his neck. “I hate this,” I whisper against his skin. “Innocent people dying because of… me.”

“I know, baby girl. But they aren’t dying because of you. It’s because of him .” His hands soothe me, rubbing my back. “We’ll find him and stop him.”

Still slumped against him, I let his words wash over me, his promise hanging in the air. I know Jagger will eventually get his hands on Ben, but at what cost?

“Did Ben send you any more texts or videos, Jagger?” Jason asks, the sound of his engine coming through the phone.

Jagger shifts, rechecking his phone. “Nope.”

I pull back, my gaze landing on his phone. “Can I…” I swallow hard. “Watch the video? Maybe I can see something that might help.”

Ebony eyes bore into me, silence hanging between us, making me shift uncomfortably on his lap. Usually, that would get Jagger wound up, but not today. He’s too focused on whatever is in the horrific video and my possible reaction to you.

Finally, Jagger says, “As long as you focus on studying Ben and the background more than what he’s doing to her. Look for anything you recognize or something that seems out of his character based on what you know about him.”

“Okay.”

“We’re going to grab a bite to eat, Jagger. We’ll keep researching and see what we come up with. If you find anything, call us.” Jason says.

I hear him set the phone on the table before the rush of air is expelled, feathering over my skin. He lowers his head against mine, his arms tightening around me.

A blissful sigh falls from my lips. “I love when you hold me like this.”

There’s a smile in his voice as he says, “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

“Good, because you’re never getting rid of me.”

Relishing in the feel of his hard, muscular body against mine, the warmth of it that always runs several degrees hotter than mine, all my tension drains away. His muscles relax as he holds me on his lap, stroking my back, his heart beating with mine.

This is what I love the most—when it’s just us, holding one another, the only two people in our world.

Finally, he pulls back and says, “Do you wanna watch the video?”

Lifting my head, I meet his gaze head-on. “Yes. I’m ready.”

Jagger grabs me, spinning me around, then settles me back down on him, my back to his chest. His arms cage me in as he holds his phone in front of me, then presses play on the video. My gaze immediately lands on her, and I cringe, bile rising in my throat. Taking deep breaths in and out of my nose, my gaze settles on Ben’s back and the room they are in, knowing if I keep looking at her, Jagger will chastise me. Plus, we won’t be any closer to having answers if I’m sick over what he’s doing to her.

Squinting, my eyes lock on the sweatshirt. “I’m fairly certain that’s the one he wore that night in the woods behind campus.”

“Most likely. And it’s dumb on his part.”

A thought crosses my mind and flies out of my mouth before I can stop it. “Do you have one of those for… You know.” Glancing over my shoulder, I brace myself, my muscles taut. He pauses the video before he says, “No, I burnt everything I wore when I killed those assholes.”

“Smart.” I rain kisses along his jawline, feeling like I need to let him know there’s a distinction between him and Ben.

“You need to stop doing that,” his low growl makes my lips curve up, heat flooding my body. “Unless you want my cock inside of you."

"I always want that,” I whisper seductively, feeling the rush of breath escaping his lungs pressed against my back. Before getting too distracted, I steer the conversation back to the pressing matter. “But I’d better finish watching this first.”

He nods, waiting until I turn back to the phone, then presses play again.

I watched the entire video this time, then asked him to play it again. “I don’t recognize the location at all. But as far as Ben, he’s a different person when he kills than he was…” I stop speaking, feeling Jagger’s anger swell around me. “He’s in his element here. Normally, he’s a cold, reserved shell, almost emotionless. But this… he’s feeling something. Elation, perhaps? Powerful? Satisfied? I’m not sure. I know I’ve never seen that feral…” I grapple with the term to describe what I saw on his face. “Satisfaction in his eyes. Well, except…” I bite my lip, already saying too much.

“That time he asked you to resist and struggle against him,” Jagger finishes.

I nod, my head hanging from the shame that burns my cheeks.

Jagger adjusts me in his lap, shifting me so he can view my profile. His finger moves to my chin, turning my head toward his. “We’ve talked about this, baby girl. Even though I hate that you were with him and he did that to you…” His dark eyes flame with jealousy and possessiveness, his face sullen, as his growl reaches my ears. “Nothing will ever change my opinion of or love for you.” The possessive glint in his black eyes deepens, a hint of a smile tugging his lips up. “You’re mine .”

My face breaks into a smile. “We have. And I love you.”

Confusion mars my brows as Jagger stands with me in his arms. He grabbed his phone and shoved it in his pocket before swiftly striding toward the stairs.

“Where are we going?”

“To my bedroom. I need to make you forget he ever existed.”

Fuck . Heat races through my veins like wildfire, and my breaths are heavy. His desire torches my skin, setting it aflame.

His tone is brusque as he stands me on my feet in his bedroom. “Strip.” Then his hands go to the back of his hoodie, yanking it over his head. My hands fumble with my clothing, tugging my sweatshirt and leggings off my body. I’m not wearing a bra, and his lustful eyes latch onto my breasts as I slide my thong down my hips. I stare at him, salivating over the deep muscle cuts in his torso. When he yanks his jeans down, my eyes peruse his ripped thighs before going to the hard bulge jutting from his boxers.

“Lie on the bed and spread your legs wide for me, baby girl.”

A whimper of desire comes out, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I do as he instructs. A slow, steady throb beats between my legs from his words, my desire dripping as soon as he called me baby girl.

As my thighs fall open, baring myself to him, I know he sees how aroused I am by the way his breath whooshes from his lungs, his pupils dilating from his desire. He crawls onto the bed, onyx eyes locked on mine, as he licks his lips. “I need a taste of that delicious pussy before I pound you into oblivion.”

Fuck. Me. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, and a moan slips free from my lips. My mouth is dry as I watch and wait with breathless anticipation before—

“Oh, God, Jagger.” My hands fist the blankets beneath me as he takes a long, leisurely lick, a growl of pleasure rattling his chest. The swipe of his hot tongue on my aching pussy caused me to suck in air, all my nerves lighting up from his touch.

“You’ve got part of it right, baby girl,” he whispers against me, pleasure shooting through me with every word he speaks that vibrates against my pussy. “I’m your God in the bedroom. And anywhere else I choose to fuck you.”

I whimper, my body shaking beneath his. “Yes, Jagger. Show me how my God worships me.”

“Fuck,” he mutters before he plunges his tongue deep inside my walls. My hand reaches out, gripping his hair as he works his tongue relentlessly, my hips swiveling against him, wanting more. A scream of pleasure leaves my lips as he moves up, latching onto my clit.

“Jagger,” I beg, unsure what I’m pleading for. I only know this dizzying array of pleasure he’s giving me makes me want more.

He places open mouth kisses against my lips before he plunges his tongue deep inside of me. My thighs clamped around his head as I whimpered, “Right there.”

His hands grip my inner thighs, shoving them away from his head and opening me wider to him as he growls, “Keep them open for me, baby girl.”

Fuck. I love it when he gets demanding and aggressive.

He dives back inside of me, making me moan and whimper as my head tilts back. His gaze is locked on me as I writhe beneath his mouth. “So fucking hot,” he whispers. “You’re putting on a helluva show.” Jagger punctuates that by sucking my clit into his mouth, and my hips leave the bed, arching toward him.

My body is out of my control, pulsating and quivering. “I’m gonna—”

He pulls away slightly, and a groan of frustration rolls from my lips. His hands move beneath my ass, lifting me closer to his face as he dives back inside of me. In an instant, the pleasure overtakes me. I’m barely able to hold myself up as the trembling of my body starts all over again. I look down at him with hazy eyes, his coal-black lustful orbs glittering back at me before he barks one command. “Come.”

My mouth opens in a scream as my orgasm washes over me, but the force is so powerful that no sound comes out. Instead, my body rocks against him, sweat lining my skin as I float toward the ceiling. His mouth stays on me until I’m done before he slides up my body, his tongue popping out to lick my come from his lips as if he’s too greedy to waste one single drop of me.

His body covers mine, and my thighs immediately wrap around his waist. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance as his lips move to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember his name.”

I whimper, my juices flooding him as his thickness enters me. I love possessive Jagger as much as I love how soft he can be for me.

“Just when you think it’s too much, I’m going to keep pounding into you, squeezing every drop of pleasure from you as you milk my cock, over and over again.”

“Jagger,” my nails slice into his back, trying to pull him in deeper. He chuckles, resisting me, his lips moving to my neck, teeth nicking my skin.

Then he slammed into me so hard my body slid further up the bed.

“Yes,” I scream, my heels digging into his ass, my nails clawing at his skin like a wild animal. “More, Jagger. I need more .”

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls back, then buries himself deep inside me, his dark stare possessing every inch of me. He thrusts at a steady pace, fire burning through my veins from the waves of pleasure only he can give me. As he bites down on the side of my neck, I flood his cock with my arousal, causing his control to snap. He pounds me into the mattress, driving us both insane. My head twists on the pillow beneath me, moaning his name.

“Yes, baby girl. You take every inch of me so fucking good.”

His words make me feral as my lips latched onto his neck, marking him before I sink my teeth into his skin.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs before planting his hands beside my head, lifting his weight off me, and continuing his long, deep, powerful thrusts that slam his bed into the wall. I writhe around him, losing all control of my body.

“Jagger, it’s too much.” My voice is a breathless whimper, my eyes squeezing shut as I’m on the cusp of yet another powerful orgasm so soon.

He pulls me up, sitting up with me on his lap. “No, it’s not, baby girl. You can take it.”

My eyes open, seeking his comfort. This position buries his long, thick cock even deeper inside of me, making it hard to breathe. His lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, a tangle of tongue and teeth, as his thumb reaches down, stroking my sensitive bundle of nerves. He bucks up, ramming himself inside of me.

I push away from his lips, screaming as the pleasure overtakes me. Before I’m consciously aware, I’m bouncing on him in time with the way he’s thrusting into me from beneath my body. “That’s it, baby girl,” he praises as my screams die off into hoarse whimpers. “I knew you could take my fat cock like a good girl.”

Tears leak from my eyes as I drown in his onyx orbs. “Please, Jagger, I need to come.”

A frustrated growl escapes me as he slows his pace, his lips covering my neck with kisses. “Have you forgotten about him?”

“Who?” I mutter.

He pulls back, satisfaction lining his face as he says, “Good girl.” He thrusts inside of me so hard that I wince, my nails barely able to dig into his sweaty skin. “Tell me.” Thrust . “Who.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust . “Belong.” Thrust . “To?”

“You,” I whisper hoarsely. “Only you.”

He pounds into me mercilessly, his thumb working at my clit. “Come for me, baby girl,” he commands and thrusts deep into me one final time. Screams pour out of me as my walls clench around him, causing him to shudder before his hot spurts heat my insides as I milk every drop of his cum out of him.

“Mine. You’ve always been mine,” he whispers reverently, panting against my ear. “You’re mine forever. ”

I can barely speak from my heavy breathing, my head spinning dizzily from how hard I came around him.

As soon as I can form words, I nip his ear lobe. “You’re mine, Jagger. Forever.”

He shivers, and when I pull back, he lowers me to the bed, his heavy body falling against me before he rolls onto his side, pulling me against him. “I love you so fucking much.”

I smile, my heart beating frantically. I whisper, “I love you.” I push his hair from his eyes, euphoria filling me from his wide smile, that adorable dimple on his left cheek, and those dark eyes shining with adoration.

Only for me .