Page 32 of Dark Notes

He grabs onto my hair and pulls hard, forcing my head back. “Look at yourself, McKinley. So fucking beautiful.”

I look, but I don’t see what he sees. I only see my flaws. I can’t find beauty, and maybe I never will. All I see in my reflection is a face too fat, not like Mia’s, with the pronounced cheekbones.

“Can you at least see how beautiful I think you are?”

“Yes,” I whisper because I can. It’s in his eyes, and the way he can’t take them off me. I don’t understand it, but I’m not a fool. I can spot what’s in front of me.

“This is what you do to me. I know I should wait until you come, but I can’t help myself. You feel so fucking good and I have no control with you.”

Slamming into me one last time, I watch his eyes while he comes inside me, groaning my name.

He pulls out of me and spins me around, before dropping to his knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Making my woman come.”

I wave my hand in the air. “I’m not used to getting an orgasm, Jagger. It’s not a big deal.”

He chuckles. “I’m not him, baby. I’ll never do any of the things to you that he did. And I won’t leave you unfulfilled.”

He licks up the center of my pussy with a groan, like I’m the best meal he’s ever had.

I dig my hands into his hair as the pleasure hits me.

“Jagger.”

He groans again and flattens his tongue on my clit.

I nearly scream when he takes it between his lips and sucks hard.

“Jagger. Oh, my God. Fuck.”

Glancing down, I notice his eyes angled upwards, staring at my face. It only intensifies everything in this moment, and I crumble. I toss my head back, holding firmly onto his while I cry out in ecstasy.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JAGGER

I sneak out of bed to go to the living room, where I know her purse is. Opening it up, I take a quick look for markers. None. Such a good girl. I smile when I spot her passport. Then I notice the item I’m really looking for; her cellphone. I don’t look through her text messages, because I’m not that much of an asshole. Instead, I look in her contacts, and find her friend, before clicking on Mia and sending a message.

McKinley:This is Jagger. I’m wondering if you can help me.

Mia:What the fuck? You’re using her phone? Can’t you afford your own?

I smirk as I type back.

Me:We’ve had enough confusion around here. I don’t need her finding your name in my phone and thinking things that aren’t true.

Mia:Fair point, Rockstar!

Me:I need to know, if McKinley could go anywhere, where would she go?

Mia:Oh, that’s easy. The Amalfi Coast.

Me:As in Italy?

Mia:I’m rolling my eyes at you, Rockstar. Yes, as in Italy.

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