Blackmailed by Her Bully

Tears filled her eyes.

“For a fat whore, she has got a pretty cunt, hasn’t she? Is she tight?”

Luke’s voice filled the air, and she wanted the world to swallow her up.

“She’s dry,” Riley said. “She’s not aroused at all, Logan.”

Staring at Logan, he glanced back at his friend, and she jumped as he touched her pussy.

His brown gaze went back toward her.

She didn’t make a move.

His fingers stroked between her slit, going inside her. She winced a little as he touched her.

“She will,” Logan said. He moved in such a way she couldn’t see Luke or the others.

His cock was close to her lips, but he didn’t make her take it. She stared up at him as he worked her pussy.

She wanted to fight him, to tell him to go and fuck himself, but that would be pointless. There was no hope for her. Not even now. Hunter wouldn’t help her. She had to sit and take what he was doing to her.

Watching Logan, she knew there was only way one to get out of this room and that was to please him.

Luke, Riley, and Marvin wouldn’t make a move unless Logan told them to. She had to survive this, and to do that, she needed to come. To do anything but let them believe they had won.

For now, Logan thought he was the victim. Whatever had happened twelve years ago, they believed she’d been the cause, but it wasn’t true. The sheriff had done something, and she was determined to find out the truth, one way or another.

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The last time Logan touched her, she’d been soaking wet. Now, he had to blank out the room for her to even get a little wet. She wasn’t feeling it, or into it.

With Luke breathing down his neck, he was growing even more pissed off.

This wasn’t his show; it was Logan’s.

Sliding two fingers inside her, he used his thumb to stroke over her clit. Pumping his fingers in and out of her, he pulled them out, spat on them, and used his spit to help lubricate her. She rocked against him, but he saw, she wasn’t into this.

Staring into her eyes, he saw the tears, and they turned him on. He wanted her to hurt, to share in the pain.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

At first, she didn’t, but something must have changed within her, because slowly, her eyes closed, and as they did, he pressed a kiss to her lips.

The pictures of Luke, something had gone on there, and he had to find out what it was.

Why the fuck do you care?

She hated Luke, so what?

He’s still your friend. He still stood by you through thick and thin. He’s helped you every single step of the way when he could have turned his back on you.

There was nothing to find out. Logan’s obsession with Ava was the problem. Not his need to understand her hatred of his best friend.

Kissing down her neck, he went to her nipples, sucking on each one.

“Yeah, I bet the slut likes that,” Luke said. “Bite them, Logan, make her feel it.”

The tears she’d been trying to contain, spilled out, and he watched her, but he didn’t give up. Sucking on each nipple, he flicked his tongue back and forth. Her pussy had started to grow slick as he worked her body.

She wasn’t nearly as wet as he imagined she’d be, but it would do. Kissing down her body, her legs still spread, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, tasting her. She was sweet and juicy.

Sliding his tongue from her clit down to her entrance and back up again, he felt her start to get into it. She began to rock against him, and he worked her body the only way he could.

Over and over, he drove her wild. She moaned his name, whimpered it in the air.

All of it was caught on camera. The proof she wanted this. She hadn’t pushed him away.

When she came, it was a beautiful sight, and this time, he didn’t use her. He didn’t fuck her as he wanted to.

He licked her pussy, pushing her into a second orgasm. Everyone heard it in the room as she came, screaming his name, begging for more, but he was done. He’d gotten what he wanted.

“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen,” Logan said.

Grabbing Ava’s arm, he pulled her out of the room. Her body was shaking, and he heard the sound of a slap. Glancing back, he saw Luke smirking and rubbing his hand.

“Couldn’t resist giving that fat ass a beating.”

Without another word, he pulled her from the room, and Hunter was there, waiting, typing on his cell phone. He stood up, but Logan pushed him off. There was no reason for the two of them to take her to her room.

“Logan, what is going on?” she asked.