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I turn my attention back to Astrid, who has stopped moving now. Her hands gripping the headboard for dear life.
“Let me go, Jagger. You can’t force me to forgive you. That’s not how it works.”
“Says who?” I ask, leaning over her.
“Says me. And if you’re working the Stockholm angle, I’d quit while you’re ahead. I think I’m immune to being held hostage at this point.”
I pause at that comment, hating that she would dump me and Slade into that category, knowing what she has experienced. But I can’t exactly blame her for saying it, either.
Okay, time for another tactic. “You know, I wanted you from the second I laid my eyes on you,” I admit, crawling up her body, pushing myself between the cradle of her thighs.
“I told myself that Slade needed you more than me, that I could give you my cock but hold back my heart. I watched you get closer, saw you soften his edges, and wished I was him. I’ve never been jealous of Slade. He’s been my friend for so long that I don’t know where one of us starts and the other ends. But seeing him falling in love with you a little more every day made me want to kill him. Not because I didn’t want him to worm his way into your heart, but because I was afraid there wouldn’t be enough space there for me too. I thought if I held back, it wouldn’t hurt as much if I had to give you up. If you only wanted one of us in the end, I knew it had to be him. But now…”
She looks at me with wide eyes, her chest heaving. I reach inside my back pocket and pull out my switchblade and flip it open.
“Knowing what it feels like to lose you, I was a fucking fool to think I’d survive.” I slip my knife into the front of her bikini top and slice through the material, exposing her breasts.
“Jagger.” Her voice trembles, a mixture of shock and trepidation.
“I won’t hurt you, baby girl.”
“You already did.”
I don’t ask her to trust me. I prove it by gliding the tip of my knife around the edge of her areola. Flicking the tip of her nipple with my tongue, I drag the blade down between the valley of her breasts to her navel, circling her belly button before slicing through the material at her hips. I fold the knife away and slip it back into my pocket before pulling the now-ruined scraps of damp fabric from her body and tossing them to the floor.
“Never again. I swear on my life, I will never doubt you again.” My words are my vow. As the tears run down her cheeks, I know she hears it too. She just doesn’t believe it.
Sliding down her body, I spread her legs wide, relieved when she doesn’t fight me. But I don’t like that desolate expression on her face. My girl is fire and sass, chaos, and calamity, all tied up in the body of a fairy tale princess. Right now, the woman in front of me is hollowed out and empty. We did that to her. We took everything that made her shine bright and snuffed it out with a callousness that burned its way into her soul like a fucking brand.
I use my thumbs to open her up and swipe at her wetness with my tongue. She might not like me very much right now, but her body still knows it’s mine.
“I know you don’t trust the words you hear, and that’s okay. But I’m going to make sure you feel every fucking promise I make to you.”
I dip my tongue inside her as she arches her hips off the bed and gasps. She looks like heaven spread out before me and tastes like sin.I suck on her clit and slide my fingers up and down her wet pussy until they are slick with her arousal. When she whimpers, I thrust my fingers inside her, hearing the door click open as she screams.
I look out the corner of my eye and see Slade watching us from the doorway, his hand on his cock as he takes in the look of rapture on Astrid’s face. He stays in the shadows so that she can’t see him watching her. I might be the one with the taste of her on my lips, but he’s the one drinking her in.
I feast on her, keeping her on the precipice of coming before pulling back. I tease her until she’s deliriously begging me for more. Only then do I free my weeping cock from the confines of my jeans. I shove them down my thighs with my boxers, line up my cock with her greedy pussy, and thrust inside her.
She comes instantly, squeezing my dick so hard it’s almost painful. Seeing her come undone like that for me—no, because of me—unravels what little control I have left.
I pull out of her and push her legs together before pushing them down so her knees are pressed against her chest. Only then do I ease myself back inside her. She’s even tighter this way, if that’s possible. I feel myself getting sucked into oblivion, her pussy like a siren’s song to my punch-drunk cock. I’m not wearing a condom, and I know I should give her the choice after everything that went down between us. But I don’t. I can’t. The borderline compulsive need to mark her as mine, to coat her insides with my cum, the fucking need to breed her overrides everything. It’s all too much. I erupt, filling her as I thrust inside her a couple more times and hold myself still, the tip of my cock brushing against her cervix.
It’s only when her legs begin to shake uncontrollably that I manage to pull back and regain some composure. I ease out of her and spread her legs wide, feeling my dick twitch as I watch my cum run out of her.
“You’re mine, Astrid. I might have fucked up what we had before, but I can be a better man. Today, tomorrow, and every day until you realize it.”
“Until I realize what?” she whispers.
“That I’m not going anywhere.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Astrid
As soon as he pulls back, I slam my legs closed and turn my head, feeling shame trying to edge its way through my anger. But then I remind myself that I have nothing to be ashamed of. If they want to fuck me, then have at it. That’s all I’m good for, right? So, I’m more than happy to go along for the ride. But if they think I’ll ever willingly hand them pieces of my heart again, they’re delusional.
I avoid looking at Jagger as he strips out of his clothes. My eyes move instead to Slade as he walks out of the bathroom, stroking his cock. I clench my thighs together, remembering how it feels to have him inside me. It doesn’t matter that I’ve just been fucked by Jagger, not when Slade looks at me like that.
