Page 31 of Jagger's Remorse

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Might be victory.

Hard to tell with her.

"That's it," Joaquin approves. "Show her what she's worth."

I move, hating every second.

Hating the audience.

Hating that my body responds despite everything.

But mostly hating that she's already wet.

Already ready.

Like she expected this.

Planned for it.

She turns her head, catches my eye.

And smiles.

Not for them.

For me.

A smile that saysI own you now.

A smile that saysevery thrust drives you deeper into my web.

A smile that promises I'll pay for this moment in ways I can't imagine.

I grab her hair, yank her head back.

Play the brute they expect.

But I see the calculation in her eyes.

The way she shifts to take control even from this position.

The way she performs for them while playing me.

"Harder," Joaquin orders. "Make her feel it."

I obey, and Scarlett laughs.

Actually fucking laughs.

"Is that all you've got, killer?" She gasps loud enough for everyone to hear. "My father put up more fight than this."

Red floods my vision.

I slam into her, furious and wild.

She takes it, encourages it.

Goads me into violence while her body pulls me deeper.

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