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Fuck Me Like You Fucked Her

I'm pacing the hotel room floor restlessly. I glance at my phone on the dinner table, but it's silent, meaning that my bodyguard has yet to find Jane at the airport.

Maybe she has already gotten on a plane. Maybe she has already left. My heart cries painfully while an immense anger boils in my body. I swore to myself that I would never break her heart and trust like this.

I fall apart, just like my promise. I will do anything to make her come back. To take me back.

Then I hear the door open and close, and Jane enters the room.

"Jane!" I exclaim, both surprised and relieved. "I feared you'd left."

"Yeah," she trails slowly, looking anywhere but at me. "So did I, but... I couldn't. I need you..."

She stops with a held-back breath and looks down at her fidgeting hands.

"And I need you!" I exclaim desperately. "I want this to have never happened! Please! I don't know how to fix this. You have no idea how much I want it all to be a bad dream. I wish..."

"No," she interrupts me, "I mean, I want what she said she got."

"What?" I breathe, gasping for air.

I stare at her, stumped. Her ocean-eyes rocks cold and harsh, the surface impenetrable.

"I want you to fuck me the way you fucked her."

"Are you insane? Jane, no!" I half yell.

"Maybe," she says indifferently. "But that's what I want. Otherwise, I'll just head back to the airport."

I stare at her, but she is done with the eye contact. My eyes run over her unreadable face, her tensed jaw and ...

... her chest that rises and falls with her breathing.

Francesca's words play in my mind: "He had his wicked, rough way with me... Fucking me long and hard, on every surface possible..."

I will never treat anyone like that. Most definitely not my Jane.

"I-I can't do that," I whisper, heartbroken.

Jane looks at me, the cold in her eyes breaking me. She doesn't say anything, but merely turns around and heads for the door.

My heart starts beating faster, panic gripping me in a relentless hold and for a second I just want to scream at the top of my lungs.

But then my mind exists with only one thought. One desperate thought. If fucking Jane is the only twisted way to get her back, if that is what she wants me to do, then that's what I'll fucking do.

I rush after her, reaching her as she opens the door. I slam it shut and press her against it. A small gasp escapes her mouth as the front side of her body presses against the cold door. I reach around her, up under her dress and into her panties. My fingers press against her warm, silky-smooth pussy.

"Is that what I have to do? Fuck you and you're mine again?" I whisper into her ear.

She nods her head as her breathing elevates. Somewhere in my head, I can't believe I'm doing this. But if this is the only way, I'll fuck her until she won't ever leave me again.

I grab her shoulders and turn her around, pressing her up against the door again.

My fingers close around her jaw and I tilt her head until her lips ...