Logan pushes me back onto the bed, and in a flash of movement, he’s hovering over me. His body taut with unrestrained desire. His cock nudges my core, causing me to whimper at the thought of him inside me.
“Do you want that?” he growls over my lips, his mouth brushing along mine, and the heat of his breath wafts over me. He’s all darkness and sin, and I drink him in, the broken man that’s mine. I realize in that moment Logan Oakridge is mine.
I nod.
I nod with all I have and all that I am because I do want it.
His large hand wraps around the slender column of my neck, and he squeezes. The way his fingers dig into the sides of my neck cuts off my breathing. My lungs work hard, but they can’t pull in much-needed air.
Dark eyes burn into me. Stars dot my vision. My lips part and Logan steals them, kissing me hard and furious. His tongue licks along my lower lip before he pulls it into his mouth and bites down hard on the plump flesh.
A mewl of pained agony tumbles from my mouth to his, and he swallows it just like he’s taking my breath. He doesn’t release me when he reaches between us and circles my clit with his fingers. The taunting, teasing touch of his fingers graze over me, sending spirals of white-hot pleasure burning through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
Pain and pleasure swirl together in the darkness as I feel myself falling into the abyss, but I don’t fight him. I allow him to give me pleasure while taking his own, and just as my eyes fall closed and I no longer see him before me, a wave of pure, unfiltered pleasure shoots through me so violently I shudder and shake beneath him, and the heat of his orgasm splashes against my skin.
That’s the last thing I feel before I finally pass out.
My eyes open to warmth holding me hostage. It’s only when I attempt to roll over that I realize I can’t. There’s a heavy arm draped over me. A large hand is cupping my breast, holding me against a hard, muscled body.
“I’m sorry,” Logan whispers. “I lost control. I hurt you, and I’m just so fucking sorry.” His words wash over me as the memory returns. He held me down, he made me come, and I passed out from the orgasm.
“You didn’t hurt me,” I tell him, but I can’t see his expression because my back is cocooned to his front. “I was just overwhelmed by the orgasm.”
“Don’t fucking make excuses for me,” he grits out. He’s angry, but it’s all at himself, not me. “I should never have tried this.” There’s so much agony in his voice; it makes my chest tighten painfully.
“I’m not making excuses, Logan. I asked you for more, and you gave it to me. I wanted it,” I insist. “Nothing you did hurt me.” I force myself to roll over, and I finally come face to face with him. The guilt is written all over his face. He’s looking at me with so much sadness my heart thuds against my ribs.
“It will never happen again,” he tells me before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, and then he pushes off the bed and heads for the door.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
He doesn’t turn around. Instead, he grips the door handle and twists it, pulling the door open and walking out into the hallway. “Time for me to finish this so I can send you home, and you can live your life like I knew you should—without me.” And then he shuts the door with a loud bang, and suddenly I’m all alone.
My eyes fill with tears when I realize he’s going to leave me. For one short moment, I thought we could do this, be together, perhaps find happiness with each other. Our desires run alongside each other so well. What I crave, he can deliver, but what he needs is something he doesn’t believe I can give him. And because of that, he thinks that walking away from me is the best option.
I’m not sure what he means by finishing something, but I have the distinct feeling he’s about to start a war with his father. That doesn’t bode well for either of us.
Herbert Oakridge is two things—dangerous and connected—which will only ensure he makes an example of me and his son.
Sighing, I push off the bed and pad over to the door to find it locked. He’s keeping me captive once more. After all the progress I made with him, we’re back to square one. I should never have done what I did, but I don’t regret it.
I can’t lose Logan. I’m not sure why I’m so invested in him. Perhaps it’s because he understands me. Nobody ever has. All my life was lived with the acceptance that I was a good girl who behaved, but deep down, there was always another layer to my personality. A darker version of me. And now that Logan has brought it out of me, I can’t hide her any longer.