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“I hate this for you,” she whispers softly.

Mia presses her lips to mine tentatively, as if she’s afraid I might reject her when that’s impossible. I place my hand on the back of her head and slide my tongue into her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the sweet little moan that escapes from her lips. We have both known for a long time that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but stayed away from me because I’m bad news. There is only one guarantee when it comes to me. I will hurt you. It’s what I do best. It doesn’t matter who you are. The closer you get to me, the more pain I provide. It’s rarely part of the plan. It just happens. Jagger has been my best friend for years, and I’ll always have his back, but I can’t give him the one thing he wants from me. Sobriety. It’s something I’m incapable of. He has threatened more than once to throw me out of the band, and one day he may actually do it. If I can’t get clean for the love of music, I won’t for Mia. This is who I am, and she’ll learn to adapt. No matter how much I want to offer her the world, that’s the one thing I know I’ll never be able to give her is my sobriety.

She lies on top of me, eyes blown wide with lust as she breathes heavily. Mia always looks gorgeous, but this is more. Dragging my hand over her plump ass, I shove two fingers inside her as she gasps with surprise, and I chuckle.

“Is that pretty little cunt not satisfied, Angel?”

She shakes her head no.

“It has been a long time. I need more, Jett. So much more.”

There are a lot of things I can’t give her. Never will. The normalcy she craves will never be hers, but giving her what her body desires, I can do.

Pushing back against my fingers, she whimpers beautifully.

“Please,” she begs, and I’m only too happy to give her what she needs. I’ll never have my fill of her whimpers filling my desperate soul. She’s a melody you never tire of. The perfect mixture of dark chords with angelic ones. When she moans my name I wonder if she could be my cure before dismissing the ridiculous thought.

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Chapter Eight

MIA

Reaching behind my back, he undoes the clasp on my bra, pulling the straps down my arms and flips me over to my back. Rubbing his thumbs over my sensitive nipples, he groans softly.

“Much better. These pretty tits should always be on display for me.”

Leaning his head down, he swirls his tongue around one and then the other, as I moan softly.

“On your side. Knees to your chest.”

I do as he says, and he slams inside me, causing a delicious burn as his big cock stretches me. He grips my thigh with both hands as he fucks me, and I can’t get enough of how he looks. A perfect body, although thinner than he used to be. Even with all the drug use, it’s clear he still works on his body a lot.

“Who owns this pussy, Angel?”

My gaze snaps from his well-defined chest to his handsome face with the piercing in his eyebrow.

“I do.” I say, defiantly.

His glare is instant and oddly enough, exciting.

“Wanna be a brat, baby? That’s fine, because I have about a million different ways I can punish you.”

“Punish me, Jett.”

Releasing one hand from my thigh, he smacks my ass, hard. I whimper loudly and ask for more.

“Again. Please.”

He grins at me.

“Not until you tell me who owns this beautiful pussy.”

Jett stops moving and stares at me with a stern expression. His brows drawn together, his dark brown eyes staring at me with dominance..

“Needy little slut. You get what you want once you’re a good girl and answer my question honestly.”

Squeezing my legs together, I try to ease the throbbing in my clit.