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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’vealwaysbeen mine,” he whispers reverently, panting against my ear. “You’re mineforever.”

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.

45

MADISON

I’m not sure how long I was asleep, but the ringing of Jagger’s cell phone startles me awake. He groans, reaching over the edge of the bed until he’s able to grab his jeans from the floor. Lifting them, he pulls his phone from the pocket. He frowns as he looks at the screen, hitting the button to answer it. “This better be important,” he snaps.

“Jagger,” Bryce’s voice is strained and tense.

My body jolts and every muscle tenses from his grave tone, knowing something is seriously wrong. Sitting up, I pull the blankets to my chest, meeting Jagger’s eyes.

“I-I-It’s Abby.”

“What about her?” Jagger’s voice is curt, his eyebrows drawn together.

“H-He’s got her,” Bryce says in a rush.

“Who? Who has her?” Jagger’s voice grows louder, his muscles straining beneath his pale skin, but I see the fear on his face.

“Ben.”

The room is silent, filled with our mutual horror, as Jagger and I stare at one another in shock. The color drains from my face as I finally find my voice. “What?” I shriek.No. Not Abby.

Bryce clears his throat. His voice trembles when he speaks, on the verge of tears. “Abby left for work, and about fifteen minutes before her shift started, she called me. Only, it wasn’t her voice, buthis.”

“Oh my God.” My hands tremble as I lean forward, drawing my knees to my chest. The room spins slightly as fear rushes through me. Tears leak down my cheeks as Abby’s face swims through my mind.She’s pregnant… and the worst kind of fucking animal has her.

“What did he say?” Jagger demands, his face ashen, his voice tense and curt. His hands curl into fists like he’s ready to kill someone.

Bryce heaves out a breath. “Ben said… He wants to make a trade.” A loud sob comes through the phone, and my heart splinters. I know how much he loves Abby.She’s his entire fucking world.

All the air leaves my lungs as I know his next words before he says them.

“Abby for Maddie.”

“Fuck.” Jagger’s fist pounds the top of the nightstand beside him as he gets up. Pacing across the floor, his body is tense, like a tiger going insane inside of a cage, desperate to get out.

Anger and guilt cloud his eyes when he stops and looks at me. I know his decision before he says a word.

“No, Jagger,” I whisper. His sharp look cuts me off, staring daggers at my face.He won’t trade me, even for his sister.

“He says he’ll call back in two hours, and if we don’t give up Maddie, he’ll kill Abby.” Bryce’s voice breaks before he sobs, “I can’t fucking lose her, Jagger. Abby’s my life. She’s…. fucking pregnant man.”

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