Blackmailed by Her Bully

He kissed her hard. She tasted herself.

“And we’re going to have some much-needed fun. What do you say?”

****

Being back in the city, in his domain, was a heady experience. Logan stared down at his woman, Ava, in his bed, where she was supposed to be. Bringing her to where he was king, he could have anything he wanted. Throw her at the men, sell her, make an example out of her, and people would turn the other way, like they did in Crow Valley, only here, there were people who would do a lot worse.

At the click of his fingers, she could be anything he wanted, and there were far more willing to bend to his will.

He’d always had a cruelty within him. Even as a young kid, bringing pain, it was part of who he was. Bullying people to get what he wanted was second nature to him and so very easy. It really didn’t bother him to have people whimper and cry, to beg for him to let them go. Seeing how weak they were, he relished being the one in power. Of course, there were always limits to being a bully in high school.

For the most part, they stayed out of his way, and Luke was more than happy to take on the weak.

Logan, he enjoyed watching people suffer, but fighting the weak wasn’t the appeal. No, he liked to fight the strong. To come out the victor, there was the real fight.

After he was wrongly accused, his parents had lost their fortune trying to win appeals to get him released. Their fight had been for nothing, as he’d done his time, before finally being released early for good behavior. He’d come to the city in the hope of starting a new life, one where no woman would dare spin their lies again. Only, a guy with a sexual assault charge as well as a jail term hanging over his head, no one wanted to hire him. Who would? Women were everywhere, and one look at his past, and well, he’d found life to be particularly difficult, but he hadn’t stopped. Being incarcerated, he’d made a great deal of friends, and he knew how the world worked. It didn’t take him long to figure shit out.

With all of his anger and aggression, he’d done the only thing he could think of doing: he fought.

Every single day, he signed his name up and made a name for himself. Underground fighting was a big deal in the city. Men and women made a lot of money off the sweat and blood of fights. The death fights were the biggest gamble, and he’d entered a couple, coming out victorious.

He’d been the most vicious, and he’d never lost a fight.

“What is it?” Ava asked, drawing him back to the present.

She was a woman, and he’d had to fight a couple back in his day. Hurting her should be easy for him. If she’d not done what she did, he wouldn’t be where he was now. He’d be back in Crow Valley.

But did you ever want that?

Did she do you a favor?

He was clearly fucked in the head because he didn’t think anything she did was worth what he’d gone through.

The power.

The money.

The fear.

All of it was part of his life.

It was what separated him from the boy she knew.

He wasn’t Logan Stanford, little rich boy who could do what he wanted. No, this time, he was the monster people feared. The fighter who was nothing who took down the crime lord who tried to own him.

One day, he’d tell her the story, but for now, his dick was hard, and he didn’t want to go down memory lane. There was no need to.

Taking possession of her lips, he heard her moan, wrapping her arms around him. He spun her around so he was the one on the bed, and she straddled him.

“Let me feel you.”

She smiled at him, and it sure as shit melted his heart. Ava lifted up, and he helped her, holding the hard length of his dick as she slowly sank down on him.

He closed his eyes, basking in the wet heat consuming him as she sat on him. When she was seated to the hilt, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, watching her.

“What is it?” she asked, another teasing smile on those curvy lips.

“It’s you. It will always be you.” He stroked a finger up her body, across one full breast and moving back down toward her navel and to her clit.

The moment he touched her, she closed her eyes, gasping and lifting up.

“Ride my dick,” he said.

Part of him wanted to push her to the bed, spread her legs wide, and fuck her hard. Not giving her a chance to want to stop and showing her who was the boss, but he always wanted to see her naked, writhing on him, begging for more.