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He falls back onto the bed and I go with him, too spent to move.

“How… how the hell… Did you… Sit up that long?” I ask breathlessly.

He chuckles, his breaths hitting my neck as he pants against me. “I wanted to be close to you… So I could… enjoy the ride… and have a better view.”

I giggle, not in any hurry to move. “How was the ride?”

“The fucking best I’ve ever had.” His lips brush against my neck, making me tremble. He pulls out of me, then says, “You better get some rest while you can. You’re in for a very long day and night.”

Lifting my head from his warm skin, my eyes sparkle. “Does this mean you aren’t going to fuck me and leave again? Drop it and roll?”

He throws his head back, laughing harder than I’ve ever seen him. “Hell no, baby girl.” Leaning down, he kisses my forehead, hands cupping my face. “I didn’t want to leave you the first time.” Pushing me onto my back, he rolls on top of me. “You’re my prisoner.” His lips meet mine. “My woman.” He kisses me again. “The one I’d do anything to protect.”

Fuck. I was getting pissed when he called me his prisoner, but now I like the sound of it because of the rest of his words.

Pulling back, he lines his cock up with my entrance. I don’t know how the hell the man is hard again, but I’m instantly turned on that he wants me already.

“And what are you to me?” I ask.

“Easy.” His grins. “I’myours.” He slides inside and I moan. His gaze is locked on mine as he says, “I’m your man.”Thrust. “Your protector.”Harder thrust.“Your obsession.”

I fall, head over heels, from his words, but more importantly, the look in his eyes. His actions. The promises he makes that he always backs up.

“Jagger?”

“Yeah, baby girl?” He thrusts harder and I nearly lose all ability to speak. To think.

“I… Fuck that feels good.” My nails slide over his sweaty back. My heels dig into his ass, pulling him inside me deeper.

“That’s not what you were going to say,” he grits out, pounding into me. Slamming deep inside of me, he stills, hand cupping my face. “Tell me.” His face and eyes are soft, melting every part of me. He repairs all my broken pieces, mending my heart together like glue.

“I’ve fallen… for my stalker,” I say with a smile.

He laughs, pulling out again before pushing deep inside me. “It’s about fucking time.”

I laugh, before growing serious, losing myself in the pleasure only he can give me.

29

MADISON

Hours later, I’m lying in his arms, tired and spent. Yet I can’t seem to shut my mind off as the recent events plague my mind.Ben is the Falls Creek serial killer.

How did I not see any signs?There had to be… something.

“Jagger?” My voice is a hesitant whisper. His gaze locks on mine as I stare up at him, waiting for me to continue.

“Do you think Ben is… after me?”

Jagger stares at me, saying nothing. I know the answer from his silence, but I wait him out, needing to hear it. “Yes, baby girl. The look in his eyes when you gasped and he raised his head. I saw it…” Tightening his arms around me, “You know who he is. You witnessed what he did. Plus, you’ve noticed the similarities between you and his victims, right?”

I nod, holding my breath.

“That can’t be coincidental.”

My brow furrows as my thoughts race inside my head. Finally, I say, “I saw you the morning after my dad’s funeral.”

He nods, saying nothing.

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