Page 72 of Resisting Mr. Rich


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I arch beneath him, trying desperately to hold it at bay. But the tightening in my core is already reaching the point of explosion, making my whole body tremble.

“Fuuuccckkk.” Logan’s curse is low and drawn out as his balls hit my skin and his cock swells more.

I blink rapidly as he holds my eyes, keeping himself still inside me.

We fall silent for a heartbeat.

One.

The air shifts.

Then he moves again.

“Mads.” His voice cracks like his chest is being torn in two.

Then I know he’s let go.

Because the moment the first drop hits me inside, it’s only a fraction of a second before I come apart beneath him. All fight deserts me.

And I scream as the most intense orgasm of my life wrecks me.

“There it is. Good girl.” His eyes gleam, and he juts his chin forward. “Give me more.”

I shake my head, gasping for air as moisture pricks at my eyes.

He pushes his forehead against mine.

“More,” he repeats, driving into me. “I’m coming here, Mads. I’m…” He chokes out a rough groan, screwing his face up. “I’m coming so fucking hard inside you right now. Give me another.”

I pant as I stare into his eyes, our lips inches from one another’s. Then a second one hits me, and I come hard around him. Again.

“Logan.”

His eyes pinch at the corners as he steers us both through our orgasms until I’m a whimpering, boneless mess beneath him, our clothes damp with sweat.

I turn to the side, blocking out vibrant green as the final pulses leave my body. I’m throbbing between my legs, heat and wetness coating my inner thighs where his body is still buried inside mine.

I draw in a shaky breath, the threat of tears clogging up my throat.

He lets go of my wrists, but I keep my hands where they are as he dusts the back of his knuckles down my cheek and along my jaw.

“You think saying it out loud protects you,” he whispers, his breath like a caress on my face. “But it doesn’t. No matter what you say you feel for me, we both know this is going to hurt like fuck when you step off my plane in London. So don’t even try to lie to me and tell me it won’t.”

He pauses as if he’s waiting for me to say something. But I screw my eyes shut and keep my face turned away.

He sighs and presses a kiss to my temple. Then he pulls out, straightening the top and bottom of my dress before fixing his pants.

I open my eyes and stare at the marble banister, tracing over the pink lines in the stone as he stands. I listen to his zipper being fastened. He’s going to leave me here. Alone.

The sound of his feet moving on the stairs makes my chest cave and I swallow my sob down so hard that I think I might be sick.

Then warm arms surround me, scooping me up.

I scrunch my eyes closed even tighter as his lips lower into my hair. His chest expands as he breathes me in and then kisses my curls. I drag in a shaky breath, sinking my face into his shirt and letting him carry me. His heart beats out a steady, grounding rhythm beneath my cheek, and I focus on it as he carries us to his room.

I hold onto it like it’s a lifeline stopping me from being dragged away.

Stopping me from being alone.

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