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"What are you trying to prove, Finley?" Jeremy asked, his tone serious, which was rare for him.
She wanted to say nothing, she didn’t have anything to prove, but she couldn’t lie to Jeremy, just like she couldn’t lie to Amanda or Jenna.
"That he doesn’t own me. That I’m my own person, I make my own decisions, and I can marry whomever I want, and I certainly don’t need him bossing me around and scaring people I love out of my life."
"You’re doing none of those things. You’re protecting yourself, and we both know it."
"You’re wrong."
"You’re falling for him, and you want to stop it because you think you can."
"Okay, now you sound like Amanda and Jenna. It’s not true. I’m here to tell you that our wedding is back on. We need each other. My father needs the money. You need your trust fund."
"And you? You’re going to use this marriage because you think it’s going to protect you from him. Finley, again," Jeremy leaned forward, his blonde hair and blue eyes shimmering under the overly extravagant chandelier above them, still too serious for her liking. "Have you actually met the man? You think he’s going to allow you to hide behind me? He wants you, and he’s going to take you, and there’s nothing I can do to save you. And I don’t think you need to be saved anyway. And the only reason I’m still sticking around here, risking him taking my cock and putting it on a stick and roasting it while he sips some cheap ass whiskey, is because I want to see how your little stunt plays out with him."
"He does not own me. What Jagger McCoy can go and do is—"
The rest of her words died an instant death when the odd whispering hush in the restaurant reached her ears.
No. No. No.
Surely she was hallucinating. That couldn’t possibly be Jagger McCoy storming into the restaurant and heading straight toward her.
Oh boy. Before she could even think about what to do next, Jagger descended upon her like some storm god, ready to hail down on her. Her body’s response to his presence shocked her. Her nipples swelled under her dress, and she was soaked right through the skimpy g-string she wore.
And her heart... Oh no. Her heart did nothing, she assured herself.
Jeremy held his hands up in surrender immediately.
"I’m sorry, man. I tried to tell her."
But before Finley could get a single word out, Jagger shoved her chair back with her in it, bent and tossed her over his shoulder, had the foresight to collect her purse off the table and then proceeded to carry her out of the restaurant with her ass in the air while she struggled to be put back on her feet.
But when he smacked her bottom before they reached the exit of the restaurant, her embarrassment was more profound than ever and silenced all her fight. She would now have to move to a different country entirely, and still, it wouldn’t be far enough away for her to live down her sheer mortification.
No, she had to fight. Digging deep to find her voice, she cried in relief when actual words fell from her mouth.
"Put me down, you big imbecile. You can’t just do that and think your Neanderthal tactics are okay. Put me down this instant, or I’m going to start screaming."
Instead of doing her bidding, Jagger effortlessly bundled her into his truck from the driver’s side, then pushed her over to the passenger side as he got in.
"Of all the horrible, embarrassingly awful things you could have done to me, that was the worst ever," she yelled, fighting him and pounding him with her fists.
"You should have thought of that before you decided to have dinner with another man. And dressed like that when I’m not around? The fuck you will, ever again."
"Argh, you’re not my boss. I don’t answer to you. Let me out of this godforsaken truck right now, Jagger."
"You’re mine, Finley," he said softly, tossing her back into her seat before he buckled her up. She did not stop fighting him, not until he whipped his belt from his jeans and used it to tie her hands together, then fastened both her wrists to the door handle. He took off at a high speed, driving her to his cabin.
"You insufferable beast. Untie me at once and let me go," she screamed, kicking her legs out. He managed to shield most of her kicks while still driving, except when she knocked her ankle against something and cried out in pain.
"Fuck," Jagger thundered. He swerved the truck off the road, untied her, and brought her over onto his lap, her dress bunched up to her waist when he made her straddle him.
"You can’t do this to me," she sobbed, banging her fists on his chest while also trying to pull her dress down. "You can’t do this to me, you crazy person. I hate you—"
And then she felt it. His cock slipped into her pussy the instant he moved the thin band of her panties aside.
"Jagger..." She moaned as he pulled her down on his hardness. Her body immediately opened up for him, her wetness coating him all at once. "Jagger," she whispered as he pulled her closer, his hand in her hair as he brought her lips to his. He fucked her right there in his truck, in the dark, on the side of the road.
