A little bit of JasperXBella. I had to say I felt weird writing it, because it's Jasper, but it was fun. I've never written a story like this one before. :)

I kept running, my finger still on the trigger of the .22 caliber pistol. But it seemed like every time I turned a corner, he was waiting for me. What the fuck? I was fit as hell, and sure, I was a chick, but still. There was no way this guy could be catching up to me. I was a missing rogue agent, missing being the operative word. There was only one person that escaped from the cages they put us in, injecting us with different concoctions that made us practically invincible.

And that person who escaped was me.

And when he did catch up to me, I didn't hesitate to fire—except I'd missed every single round I shot. The blonde man kept running after me. I knew I was fucked. But I still felt like I had a good chance of escaping, just as well as killing him.

I looked down for a fraction of a second, and he tackled me, his body pounding mine to the floor, the shock of the hit reverberating through out my entire body. His warmth seeped in through my skin, the lack of clothing allowing that.

He pulled me up roughly, cuffing me around my wrists, though letting my arms hang in front of my body rather than my back. This made it so much easier to escape. I could knock him out, take his loaded gun and shoot him dead—in seconds. He wouldn't even know what was happening.

"Jasper Whitlock," I said with a sarcastic grin. "I've been waiting a long time to finally meet you. You've kept me waiting."

"Well," he countered. "Not all of us can run as fast as you." His voice was vague, but it had a sort of accent to it that I drowned in.

Okay, he was sexy, the kind of agent that seduced women to get answers. And right then, I didn't mind telling him a few things just to feel that body on mine again. To feel the steel-like muscle hovering above me, pinning me down . . .

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice tired.

"I'm getting what I want," I said flatly. "I didn't ask to be this."

"To be what?" He asked. He was playing stupid. "You know exactly what the Volturi was doing to us girls, Jasper."

"And I have orders to get you back to them, dead or alive." He smiled, cocking his gun and pointing it at my head.

A smile crept on my lips. "I'd rather be dead than go back to hell with you."

He laughed. "You don't think you're going to hell? You're wanted for twenty two murders."

I shrugged.

His eyes darted back and forth between mine.

"What are you really looking for?"

"Some satisfaction that you sick bastards are dead," I snarled.

But without warning, he crushed his lips to mine. I kissed him back, his lips rough and demanding, wanting something from me I wasn't going to hesitate to give.

"I hate you, you know," he whispered roughly. "You killed my father."

"Can't hate me too much if you're willing to fuck me," I said in return.

"But I heard you were such a nice little girl," he said. He was probably recalling my childhood, something I'd been wiped clean of. No memories earlier than the age of twenty one. Nothing. I didn't even know who my parents were—or if my name was even mine.

I lifted my bound arms over his head and held him around his neck, bringing him back for a kiss. It felt good and I wanted to indulge in it for just a little while longer.

I parted my lips and let his tongue slide through, the taste of him extraordinary.

Jasper didn't waste time, and I sure as hell didn't want him to.

We were in the middle of an unsecured hallway in a federal building, Jasper pushing up my skirt and pushing aside my panties, shoving his fingers inside me. When I moaned, his fingers began to move, rough and hard, the heel of his hand rubbing against my clit. It had been way too long since I'd felt something this amazing.

My hips arched to Jasper's and I felt his hard erection begging to be released from his pants. There wasn't a chance in hell he was going to unlock my cuff—sex craving or not, the first chance I got, I would escape—and we both knew that.

So he did it himself, undoing the buckle to his belt, and sliding down the zipper. He picked me up and crashed me against the wall, pressing me tightly.

His lips were rough against mine, and I could feel the thumping of his heart beat against my chest. He reached and pushed up the shirt I'd been wearing, uncovering my breast, my nipples hard and aching for him to touch them.

And somewhere in between that, he was inside of me; filling me more than any man I could remember ever fucking. And goddamn. His thrusts were strong and hard and I could barely breathe much less moan at the fact that this man was fucking me so good. I wanted more of him. I wanted him to go deeper inside of me, make me cry out his name. I slid my body down and with one thrust he hit a spot that I needed to be stroked. His hips found a particularly quick rhythm, but it wasn't hard enough. I wanted him to pound me into the wall, call me dirty names.

"Harder—fuck me harder," I grunted. I wanted out of these hand cuffs so I could grab his ass and drive him harder into me. I wasn't going to break. I needed to be fucked right.

He paused for a second, yanking off the necklace he'd been wearing and flashing me a view of the single key. I grinned. He unlocked the cuffs and I slid my hands down his back, gripping his hips and pulling him so he filled me to the brim. I cried out, his name a moan on my lips.

"Yes!" I cried, his hips and my hips gliding harshly against each other, his hands over my aching breasts and mine on his ass, pulling his ass close as I could, letting him go deeper still.

There was a tightening in my belly as Jasper's kisses were wet and hot on my neck.

"I'm coming," I said to him, but I couldn't even wait for a single response, as I had just let myself go, screaming his name until I my body was shuddering and shaking, and an orgasm was filling my veins with pure ecstasy. And when Jasper released, liquid heat speared through me and I groaned, loving the way it made me feel to milk him for all he was worth.

He let me slide down, hips still attached, until I laughed nervously.

We fixed ourselves and I placed a hand on his shoulder, beckoning him to look at me.

"Why did you let me go?" I said to him. "You know I'm going to run away from you."

His smile was playful. "Not if I'm going with you," he said softly. He pushed me against the wall and I looked up at him, his eyes meaning every word he said.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "If you're lying, I'll kill you."

His smile turned brighter. "I know."

We picked up our things and I loaded my gun, cocking it and pointing it at his head. "I'm searching you first, baby." I whispered.

I took my time, my hands gliding over his body, underneath his shirt, over his chest, legs and boots, making sure he didn't have any weapons I didn't know about. When I cleared him, I lowered my gun and clicked the safety in place.

"So you're going to help me get revenge?"

"Why not. If I get to fuck you like that all the time, killing a few people won't be so bad."

We walked out of the building, hand in hand, ready to kill a few people, a fuck a few times along the way.

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