Page 42 of Jagger's Remorse

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I ride him like I'm conducting an execution.

Slow.

Well thought out.

Making him feel every second of his surrender.

His hands flex against my hold, and I tighten my grip.

"No. You take what I give. How I give it. Like you took my father's life—without mercy."

He groans, hips bucking up.

I lift myself away, denying him.

"Beg."

"What?"

"You heard me.Beglike my father begged. Show me you're capable of humility."

His jaw clenches.

Pride wars with need across his face.

"Please."

The word comes out strangled.

"Please what?"

"Please... let me..."

"Let you what? Be specific. Details matter in confessions."

He breaks.

"Please let me inside you. Please move. Please?—"

I drop down hard, cutting off his words.

Set a punishing rhythm that makes us both see stars.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? From the first moment you saw me over my father's body. You wanted to own me. Break me. Make me yours."

"Yes."

"Too bad."

I lean down, whisper against his ear.

"I'm making you mine instead."

I reach between us, find that spot that makes him lose all control.

He comes with my name on his lips like a prayer.

Like a curse.

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