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He nips the side of my neck before he slides over my body. As he settles between my legs, I look at him over my shoulder.

So fucking hot.I’d endure any amount of his torture for the pleasure I know he will give me.

His thumb moves to my clit and I moan, my head falling forward. He circles it while his two fingers slide in and out of me, his voice seductive rasp as he says, “You like that, baby girl?”

My forehead hits the bed and I turn my head. “God, yes, Jagger. Please don’t stop. Please…”

Jagger chuckles. “No way in hell will I stop.”

He shifts behind me and then I feel—Oh. “Jagger, I—”

“Shh, baby girl.” He whispers against my ass. “Just trust me.” Then his tongue slides around my hole. I tense, uneasy because I’ve never done any type of ass play. It always seemed kind of… gross.

“Relax, sweetness.” His fingers move in and out of my pussy faster, his thumb circling my clit harder. “Just enjoy it.”

His lilting voice relaxes me and the second I do, his tongue plunges inside my ass. I gasp, then moan. I can’t believe how good that feels.

He keeps licking me, his hands working their magic inside my pussy. My entire body convulses as I fist the covers beneath me. “God, Jagger, I’m gonna come.” I barely get the last word out before my body unleashes, spazzing so hard my legs and arms can’t hold me, and I collapse onto the bed. I’m lightheaded, starbursts exploding behind my eyes, as I lay there on the mattress hoping I don’t die tonight.

When the shockwaves subside, Jagger climbs up beside me, pushing my sweaty hair out of my face. “I love to make you come,” he whispers.

I reach over, my hand sliding over my shoulder to the back of his neck. “That was incredible.”

His smile is sinful and sexy as hell. “I know how to please you, baby girl.”

I can’t help but stiffen slightly from his words, my mind whirling. He knows exactly how to please—and control me even, through sex.

But is this all a game to him? Or does he really care for me?

33

THE STALKER

Maddie’s eyes are closed, her breathing deep and even as she sleeps. Her long lashes rest on her cheeks and her lips are still swollen from my kisses.

God, she’s a fucking vision.Even as I think those words, trepidation swirls through me. I’ve never had a woman in my bedroom, let alone my bed. This is my sacred space where my nightmares haunt the hell out of me, my past coming to life again anytime I close my eyes.

When my mom died, I experienced night terrors. I had no recollection of them and was blissfully unaware until I stayed overnight at Jason’s house. We thought it would be fun for the three of us—Jason, Abby, and me—to watch movies while curled up in sleeping bags. We hoped to stay up all night, but eventually, Abby fell asleep. Then Jason. Then finally me.

Next thing I know, Jason’s parents are standing there, concerned looks on their faces. I had no recollection of anything that happened until they told me they heard me screaming, sweat pouring down my body. They said I’d jerk away, screaming like a maniac, anytime they tried to touch me.

I didn’t remember any of it.

The next day, John, Jason’s dad, sat me down and explained I was having night terrors. He believed it was brought on by the extreme stress I’d been under since my mom died. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he had no idea the duress I was under, what with my dad’s alcohol and pain pill addiction, nor about the neglect and abuse I’d been experiencing. I was too embarrassed and honestly, I was hoping it would just go away.

I had several incidents at home where I’d run into walls, the tub, and once, I nearly fell down the stairs from these damn night terrors. I’d wake up terrified, having no idea I’d even left my room.

The next time I stayed over, I did my best to stay up all night. I was terrified I’d do it at Jason’s house and his family would think I was a freak like my dad said I was.

Eventually, I succumbed to the exhaustion and fell asleep, only to wake a short time later from a night terror. John and Alicia were there, but instead of thinking I was a freak, they were very sympathetic. Alicia’s friend was a therapist and twice a week, Alicia drove me to see her. Between therapy and growing older, the night terrors eventually stopped.

Only to be replaced by nightmares.

My gaze moves to Maddie’s beautiful face. I don’t have the heart to wake her, and I fear that carrying her to her room will certainly do it.

Maybe you won’t have any nightmares if she’s in here with you?

Dread fills me. Fat chance of that. I don’t remember the last time I slept through a night without having any nightmares.

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