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“Jack—”

“No,” he said again, punctuating the word with a thrust. So deep, I felt him everywhere. “Don’t argue with me, Aviva. Don’t youdareargue with me. Don’t you take this from me. Don’t you takeyoufrom me. I won’t fucking let you. Hear me, little fury. There is nowhere in this world you can hide that I won’t find you, nowhere you can go that I won’t follow. I will chase you down and bring you back. Every. Single. Time. So stop fucking fighting me.”

He picked up his pace, his thrusts erratic, lacking rhythm or rhyme, like he couldn’t control how badly he needed to be inside it. And I wanted it, I wanted it, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t have it.

“Why?” I cried out. “Why won’t you let me go, when you hate me?”

“Hate you,” he agreed on a grunt. “And you hate me too, don’t you, little fury?”

“I do.”

“Hate how good it feels to have me inside of you,” he groaned.

“That,” I agreed on a whimper.

“Hate how much you want me,” he groaned.

“Yes.”

“Hate how much you need me.”

“Yes!”

He met my gaze in the mirror, his gray eyes dark, hard, desperate, pained. And his next words gave me vertigo.

“Hate how much you love me.”

Assaulted by vertigo, I lost my footing, and he caught me, lifting me up so my feet dangled off the floor as he shoved deep in me and stayed there.

“No, Jack, I—" I tried to deny the words even as they sank their truth into me.

He interrupted me, whispering his next words brokenly into my ear. “Because believe me, I fuckinghatehow much I love you.”

And then he was fucking me so hard I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t reply, couldn’t be sure I’d heard him right.

“Hate you, hate you, hate you,” he grunted in my ear, and all I could do was echo him as he pulled out of me and carried me over to the bed before throwing me down on it face first and following me down as he dragged me under.

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Jack

She was trying to leave me.

She thought we were over.

I’d hurt her. I’d seen the devastated look on her face back at the alumni dinner, and a voice inside my head had gone,there’s no coming back from this.

Every single fucking atom in my body rejected that. There was no way Aviva was leaving me, no way she was going anywhere. If I had to glue my cock to the inside of her pussy and remain inside of her until the end of time, I’d do it, if it meant keeping her. There were worse ways to spend a lifetime.

Her pussy agreed with me as it clenched around me at my words. Words I’d never meant to say, words I hadn’t even known weretrueuntil this moment. I didn’t love anyone, not anymore. So I’d never expected to love the little lying thief who was determined to ruin my goddamn life. But if love was the gaping wound in my chest that had appeared the moment she’d walked away from me at the alumni dinnerand had only started to close once I’d shoved my cock inside herwhere it motherfucking belonged, then I loved her.

I hated her, too. I hadn’t lied. I hated what she’d done to me. Hated what she was turning me into. I didn’t recognize this guy, obsessed, practically possessed, letting my old priorities fall to the wayside when my priority had become her.

I couldn’t let her go, I wouldn’t, and if she burned my world to the ground, I’d make sure she burned up with me. Because I wouldn’t let her go. Even in ash, we’d be together.

She struggled below me on the bed, fought me.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she cried. “We can’t do this.”

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