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I threw open the door, my chest heaving as I lunged back into the room. It kind of felt like I was having a heart attack as I stared down at her sleeping form.

Stalking over to my bag, I pulled out a pair of handcuffs I always packed just in case. My hands were shaking as I snapped one bracelet around my left wrist before walking over to her and carefully sliding the other cuff around her right wrist.

The chain was short—barely six inches. She couldn’t go anywhere . . . not that she seemed to be in a hurry at the moment. I perhaps shouldn’t have worried about drugging her all those weeks. Eden was a pretty deep sleeper. She still hadn’t stirred.

I wasn’t done yet, though. I wasn’t going to feel better until we were connected in every way. I slid a finger inside her black lace panties and tore them off. She finally jerked awake, and her eyes flew open.

“Jagger—”

I was already on her.

One knee shoved between her thighs, spreading her while my free hand pinned her hip to the mattress. The chain rattled as I yanked her bound wrist up over her head, securing it beside mine. She arched instinctively, confusion flashing into heat, then fear, then something darker—recognition.

I didn’t wait for words.

I thrust into her hard. She cried out, but her thighs clamped instinctively around my hips, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, pulling me deeper even as her breath hitched in panic. Her inner walls gripped me in frantic, pulsing waves, not fluttering but squeezing down in tight, erratic spasms, like her body was trying to anchor itself to me through sheer force.

“Jagger—wait⁠—”

“No.” My voice came out shredded. I pulled back and slammed home again, harder, burying myself to the root until there was no space left between us. The chain jerked taut between us and bit into my skin. “You’re not leaving.”

I pinned her down harder with my weight, my forearm braced beside her head and the short chain forcing her wrist to stay locked near mine. Every movement tugged the cuff, a constant reminder—tug, clink, tug, clink—like a heartbeat made of steel.

Her eyes widened farther. “I’m not⁠—”

“You’re never leaving me.” Each word punched out with a desperate thrust. “Never. You hear me, Eden?” I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers, my breath ragged against her mouth. “I’ll chain you to me. I’ll burn the fucking world down. But you don’t get to walk away. Not from this. Not from me.”

She whimpered, a half sob, half moan, and her hips rose to meet mine despite the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. Her free hand clawed at my shoulder, her nails digging deep as she clung to me. “I’m not—I’m not leaving⁠—”

“Say it.” I fucked her faster, vaguely aware of how loud the bed frame was banging against the wall. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasped. “Yours. Only yours. Jagger—please⁠—”

The plea ripped through me, and I drove deeper, grinding my hips so the thick ridge of my cock dragged relentlessly over that swollen bundle of nerves inside her with every forceful plunge. She jerked like I’d electrocuted her, a high, keening sound tearing free from her chest as she shattered around me. Her cries were muffled against my neck as she came, trembling, her chained wrist jerking against mine.

I followed half a second later, heat exploding down my spine as I spilled into her.

We stayed locked together, the chain clinking softly every time one of us shifted. Her eyes were glassy and wide, still locked on mine like she was seeing straight through to the monster underneath.

I pressed my mouth to her temple . . . gentler now. “You’re never leaving,” I whispered again, quieter this time. “Never.”

She swallowed hard, then nodded shakily. “I know,” she breathed. “I don’t want to.”

The fear didn’t vanish. But right then, with her bound to me, full of me, trembling in my arms—it was quiet enough to breathe.

For now.

CHAPTER 35

EDEN

There were cop cars waiting for us on the tarmac when we landed.

I saw them through the window as the jet rolled to a slow stop—two patrol cruisers angled across the asphalt, lights off but engines running, the red-and-blue bars on their roofs catching the edge of the floodlights. My stomach twisted. Police didn’t wait for private planes unless something was very wrong.

“Jagger?” My voice sounded thin even to me.

He was already standing, his body rigid, and his eyes fixed on the scene outside. “Stay right next to me,” he said as he guided me toward the door.