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“Oh, I know, believe me, I do. You’re the one who has the final say on everything. Don’t worry, I get it. I do.” She tried to pull her arm away, but he wouldn’t let her. “Logan, stop it.”
He pulled her close, and his lips brushed across hers.
She tensed up, not wanting to touch him.
He pulled back.
Staring into his eyes, she could easily get lost in them.
How could I make him see the truth when all the evidence is pointing at me to be a liar to him? How can I expect him to believe me now?
She tried to pull away.
“Did I say you could go?”
“What do you want?”
“Well, to start, I want a kiss.”
“Logan?”
He raised a brow. She knew it was pointless.
Why don’t you just let him release the video and then you’ll be free? Would it be so hard?
She thought about the few minutes she’d seen of herself with Grant, then of her parents. Would it really be so bad the rest of the world seeing the truth? The thought of others seeing her having sex sickened her. After Luke raped her, her parents paid for the therapy to help her get past her demons. She’d been able to move on, have a couple of relationships. Grant being the most adventurous of them all. She’d never told him what happened to her.
Knowing now Grant worked for Logan, she had to wonder if she’d told him, would he have reported it to his boss?
Glancing down at his lips, she kissed them. A single brush of lips against lips.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” he said.
“What do you want from me?”
“Kiss me properly. Like your life depends on it.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to and I’m still the boss.”
Running her hands up his chest, she sank her fingers into his hair, staring into his eyes. He was a handsome man, and time hadn’t changed that.
Pressing her lips against his, she let out a moan as he traced his tongue across her bottom lip. She slid her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.
Logan grabbed her ass, pulling her close, and she cried out at the feel of his cock against her.
She didn’t stop the kiss or break from it. His touch wasn’t brutal. Even though Luke had hurt her this morning, she ignored the bruising pain, and focused on Logan.
Even as she hated him, and right now she did, she couldn’t deny her attraction to him, or how she wanted him.
You’re sick.
You should hate him.
Push him away and tell him to fuck off.
She did neither.
When he pulled her away and shoved her to her knees on the edge of the bed, she didn’t stop him. Not as he reached for the button of her jeans, sliding it open. He moved them past her hips, going down to her knees, dragging them off her body to land on the floor. He cupped her pussy. His fingers slid through her pussy, teasing over her clit.
She moaned his name as he filled her with two fingers, pulling them out to stroke back up to her nub.
Looking up, she saw him there, watching her.
With his gaze on her, she heard his zipper coming down. The hard tip of his cock pressed to her entrance. She cried out as he slammed in deep.
“Fuck, yes!” He growled the word out, but his gaze stayed on her. He held her hips as he pulled out onto to slam back inside her.
Over and over, he rammed his length in, and she loved it. The bite of pain, the instant pleasure.
He pulled all the way out, but she was wet enough for him to slide in easily.
She whimpered his name as the pleasure rushed through her body, but it wasn’t enough to give her an orgasm.
“Yeah, it’s me fucking you, Ava. Me. It’s my cock you’re creaming on. No one else. Now shut the fuck up and take it.”
He fucked her hard, almost bruising in his thrusts. There was nowhere else for her to go. She gripped the bed, fisting the sheets as he used her body. She watched him, and he stared into her eyes as he came. He pushed as far and as deep as he could go. She felt each wave flood her pussy.
His grip was punishing, but he didn’t release her.
Time stood still. The only sound to fill the room was their breathing.
He smirked at her. “I needed that.”
It was like a wash of cold water ran over her.
Crawling away from him, off his cock, she scrambled off the bed, reaching for the jeans.
“Wait, what the fuck, Ava?” He grabbed her, but she jerked out of his reach.
“What?”
“What the fuck did you do?” He looked at the bruise on her stomach, going around her ribs.
Luke hadn’t hit her hard enough across the face to leave a mark. It had stung and she’d cut her lip, tasting blood, but it wasn’t long-lasting.
