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Sliding his hand from my throat, to my breasts, he pinches my nipples, one and then the other before moving his hands to my hips.

Gripping me tight, he fucks me hard, each thrust harder than the previous one.

“Fuck, Angel. This pussy feels like it was made for me. It fits my cock like a fucking glove.”

He pulls out and slams back into me like a man possessed, as if he can’t get enough and the feeling is intoxicating. I whimper his name and he lets out a moan of his own, sounding as desperate for me as I am for him.

“Jett,” I cry as an orgasm builds in my core, making me feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff ready to freefall into ecstasy.

“Eyes on me, baby. Fall apart for me, with me.”

Tilting his head to the side, we stare at each other in the reflection of the glass. He fills me completely in every way, physically, and emotionally. Jett is the first man to ever see me so fully. We both come together and everything I’ve been through comes crashing in on me. I’m unable to hold my emotions back. Everything bubbles out, the self hatred, doubt, fear, so many conflicting emotions take residence in my mind. Even thoughts of the one man I don’t want to think about, and I collapse to the floor with sobs.

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Chapter Forty-Six

JETT

Dropping to my knees, I take her into my arms as she sobs. I’m not sure what’s happening but I want to make it better.

“I’ve got you, Angel.”

Mia wraps her arms around my neck and cries into my chest. Rising to my feet, I pick her up by putting my arm underneath her legs and carry her to my bed. Lying down, I keep her on my chest as I stroke her hair.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s going through your mind.” I say as her sobs subside.

I roll her to her back so I can look at her face. Her voice comes out quiet and shaky.

“It was an explosion of emotions. I don’t know why at that time. Looking at my body, remembering all the things people say, and feeling so much love from you. The fear of him coming for me. It all became very heavy. I don’t know how to explain it better than that.”

Pressing my hand to her cheek, I stare at her, taking in her beautiful features. Stunning eyes, high cheekbones, full lips– and they all belong to me. An enraged need to protect her boils under the surface. I will not let this asshole get out of prison and touch what’s mine.

“He won’t get near you, Angel. I won’t let him. You belong to me, baby, you’re mine. I’ll protect you until my final breath. Maybe even after I’m dead.”

Mia giggles sweetly, “You’re going to be my sexy ghost haunting me?”

I smirk at her before replying, “You’re mine, Angel. Even in death. I’ll be haunting any fucker that thinks he can touch what belongs to me. Long after I’m dead, you’ll still be mine.”

She grabs the back of my head and pulls me down for a kiss. Her lips are soft against mine, taking control as she kisses me slowly. It’s as if she’s grateful for what I said, like it means something more than simple possession.

I gaze at her with wonder and ask, “What was that for?”

“Nobody has ever said those kinds of things to me before. It was a token of my gratitude, I guess.” She says with laughter.

“You’re coming with us when we do our west coast dates.”

Her lips quirk into a slight smile.

“There’s no place I’d rather be, Rockstar. If you’re there, I want to be too.”

This woman is everything. I know I’ve been warned about life on the road but somehow it feels like if I have Mia, I can do anything. She makes me feel ten feet tall and bulletproof. I know if I’m struggling, she’ll be there for me as I would be her. An addict is only ever one short step away from using but I’m determined to stay clean. I have too much to lose. I’m the only one in the band that used before, so I know they won’t have drugs. If Hendrix or Jake started, Jagger would likely beat the hell out of them. Even the opening band has been told it’s a sober tour. It’s kind of crazy because I never imagined I’d be clean. I know I have to stay that way not just for myself, but for her. Staying clean is the least I can do for her. I’d do anything for Mia, and the second her step-father is out of prison, I’ll take care of that too. His days of terrorizing her are nearing the end.

“When is he scheduled to be released?”

Mia glances away like she can’t meet my gaze. I grab her chin gently and turn her head back to me.

“Don’t hide from me, Angel. Now answer my question.”