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He holds eye contact with me, taking his napkin and dabbing at his shirt. “Not everyone is invincible. This is a risky business we all involve ourselves in. If anything were to ever happen to him, I want you to know I would take care of you—”
I shoot up in my chair, rattling the table. “I forgot to—feed my cat, poor thing, we should probably—”
“Sit down, Addy.” His tone is cool, and without feeling. I slowly sit back in my seat. His eyes shine with malice, but he gathers himself and grabs for his menu. “Now, I suggest the fish, but if you’re into white meat, please do try the veal.”
My skin vibrates as trepidation buzzes inside my chest. How do I continue sitting here after he clearly made threats on Logan’s life? Everything Logan said is panning out, and I hate myself even more for not trusting him. Going against him over a stupid article is going to get me killed.
I order the fish. I poke and prod at it, wondering if its diet was the rotting bad guys Vincent had thrown into the water.
“Is something wrong? Do you not like it?”
“No. Just realized I don’t like fish.” Vincent throws his magical finger up, and a waitress comes running. “No, don’t bother. I’ve lost my appetite.” I drop my fork and stare down at my poor mutilated fish.
“There must be something. How about dessert? They have a wonderful—”
“You know—I just realized I left Logan’s stove on. And if he’s gone. I really need to get back.”
The tick in his jaw is subtle, but I’ve struck a nerve. I’m obviously lying to escape his presence. He takes his napkin and dabs his lips. “That’s a shame to hear. I hope next time I’m able to provide you a more enjoyable experience.”
As the town car comes to a stop, I get out, wish him a lovely rest of his day, and count my steps to Logan’s front door. I turn and wave, then twist the doorknob, thankful to find it unlocked. When I step inside and close it behind me, my bravery evaporates.
Logan is there, and I throw myself into his arms. For the first time since I’ve been pulled into this ugly world, I feel true fear. “Logan,” I barely whisper as the tears begin to fall.
“Fuck, Addy. Did he hurt you? Did he touch—” I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. He lifts me up and carries me to his room. “Addy, you gotta talk to me.”
I shake my head. I can’t do any more talking. “Please, just kiss me. Make it go away.”
He lays me on his bed, and I reach up, claiming his lips as if they’re mine to own. I’m desperate to feel him, his hands, his mouth.
“Addy, slow down.”
“I can’t. Please don’t stop.”
He kisses me deeply, giving me his comfort. His tongue slides into my mouth, tasting, teasing. He tries to pull away, and I fight to keep him close. My fingers dive into his hair, but he squeezes my hips, and I unlatch.
“Fuckin’ relax, baby. I’m not stoppin’.” His hands work on my slacks, which he slides down my legs. “I need you to give me something—anything, so I know you’re okay, and he didn’t hurt you.”
A soft sob breaks from my lips. “He didn’t hurt me. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I promise.” He discards my pants and works off my panties. “What do you need? Baby, tell me what you need.”
I shiver in his hold, desperate to forget. “I need you to make today go away. I need—ahhh…” My back arches off the bed the moment his mouth covers my sex. His tongue protrudes and licks up my slit, causing my eyes to roll back.
“Logan,” I whisper his name, unable to grasp reality. What’s real? What’s pretend?
“I got you,” he murmurs against my sex, licking and sucking until my vision shorts out. Just when I think I’m completely fogged over with lust, he thrusts a finger inside me. “Feel me. Feel my fingers fucking you. Got it?”
“Yes, yes…” I moan as he pumps another finger in, filling me as his tongue teases me. “Logan, more—I need more.” He slides three fingers inside me, but it still doesn’t satisfy my ache for him. I ride his fingers until I can’t take any more, then grab for his hand. “Please. I need you.” My plea is simple. Honest. Bold. His eyes hold mine, then he stands and rips his clothes off, baring himself to me. He climbs back on the bed, pushes my thighs open for him, and gives me a second to change my mind before he plunges into me.
“Fuck,” he grunts as my world shatters. My legs wrap around him, holding him close as I allow him to take and take and take. Every stroke, thrust, pulls me away from the darkness Vincent Leoni tried to trap me in. I tear into his back, his scalp, then bite down on his bottom lip when my orgasm blasts through me. He works me hard and rough until we’re both flying over the edge of sanity. Our bodies mingle with sweat as our hearts beat in heavy thumps against one another.
