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Yeah, right.

He had no clue he was yanking my real personality from the depths of my being, shoving aside all the anxiety that had wrapped me in an entirely different blanket. One with heavy chains wrapped around it. Where it had threatened to pull meall the way under the deep waters of an ocean before, Jagger’s brutal display of manhood had found the right key.

I hoped and prayed it lasted.

I could tell only a few seconds later I was getting to him as I ground my body against his. But he wasn’t finished yet, rolling me back over once again.

This time, I laughed, especially when he struggled to free my leg from the tight confines of the heavy material. He finally yanked it out in the open, cursing under his breath to the point I couldn’t fight my laughter.

“You have no patience,” I told him.

“None. When I see something I want, it’s mine.” The smoky heat of his voice wrapped around my shoulders, the sound both comforting and undeniably sexy.

I had no doubt that was true.

After pulling my calf onto his shoulder, he remained on his hands to fuck me. The savagery was even more spectacular, the way he was thrusting with such perfect momentum lulling me into a bubble that I prayed wouldn’t burst. His entire face was pinched, his muscles starting to tense.

I wanted this to go on forever, but my body was so in tune to his that I couldn’t hold back a climax of my own.

Another fierce expression was right there for me to bask in as he peered down at me. I could swear he was waiting to let himself go until I did. As I’d done before, I wrapped my fingers around his massive arms. I held onto them briefly before raking my nails down both.

He cocked his head, giving me an admonishing look, and fucked me even harder.

There was no holding back with this man. No chance I could lock myself in a cage once again.

The moment I was set free, the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had consumed me. I was floating high in the sky, incapable of thinking clearly.

Not that I wanted to.

Who in their right mind would?

His soft animalistic grunts added to the primal atmosphere and his own personal sense of freedom. As he released, filling me with his seed, it was as if the key had been tossed into murky water.

Maybe the real Bella Winters was back.

If so, look out, world. She was one demanding bitch.

CHAPTER 11

Jagger

Out of my frigging mind.

I’d fucked her.

A woman I barely knew, one with a cement block tied to her ankle. I could feel that as certain as I was breathing air.

Plus, she had a kid.

A child.

Yeah, this rough and tumble asshole of a man had lost his mind.

The only good news at this point was that the snowstorm had left the area, leaving a mess of the roads and solid surfaces in its wake. I’d left the couch, where I’d insisted on sleeping, donning the same clothes I’d been in and waiting until light to start shoveling the sidewalk and front porch. That had led me to the driveway, which some might say was ridiculous. With my seventeen-inch tires, I could successfully maneuver the Range Rover out of here, but I needed something to do.

I was a jerk, but not the kind to run out after the night of passion without saying a single word to her.

I’d heard at least two plows, their quick actions meant to keep both locals and tourists safe. It was still a gray and ugly day, but at least things were looking up.

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