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But still—
“It was worth it.”
Logan meets my eyes again and smiles, a rare one that spreads wide across his face, as slowly as sin… and looks twice as tempting.
“That’s my wildcat,” he murmurs, pride in his voice that does something to me, just like his touch does.
He lifts one of my arms and folds it across my chest, placing my hand on my opposite shoulder. The friction of my own arm against the tight nubs my nipples have become has me squeezing my thighs together tightly as heat pools between my legs. A heat that spikes hard when Logan pours disinfectant on a raw area he exposed under my arm, a spot Austin got repeatedly with that fucking ring of his.
I hiss out my breath at the intense sting, and Logan freezes, his eyes drilling into mine as tension builds between us.
We’re standing so close that I can feel his breath on my neck and the roughness of the denim from his jeans against my hip.
And I feel something else too.
He’s hard.
“I keep hurting you,” he rasps, his gaze dropping to my lips for a split second before bouncing back up to my eyes.
“And you like it,” I say, twisting to face him more fully… and to rub myself against his erection. Logan freezes again, and I lay my hand against his smoothly shaven jaw. “My pain turns you on, doesn’t it?”
Just asking the question has me getting even wetter, and even though he doesn’t answer me, I see the truth in his face. He does like it… and he still feels like a monster because of that.
Logan hasn’t fully embraced that he and I each carry a seed of true darkness inside us, and that that darkness isn’t just one of the things that draws us together; it’s something we both need.
He should never feel bad about that. It’s not wrong. It’sus.
I give his chest a little shove, and the chair he brought over hits the back of his knees as I rub his firm pecs, echoing the order he gave me when he brought me in here. “Sit.”
He does it, humoring me, and I crawl onto his lap.
Logan’s face is blank again, and I just know he’s working to keep what he sees as his monster caged tightly inside. His cock grows even harder as I settle myself on top of him though, and a hot thrill rushes through me as the hard length strains against me.
“Hurt me,” I whisper, rocking my wet pussy over his shaft.
“Riley,” he starts, his hands twitching where he’s got them resting loosely on my hips. “I don’t want—”
I lean forward and kiss him before he can lie to me, not offended at all when he stays frozen and doesn’t kiss me back.
“Yes, you do,” I say when I pull away, taking one of his hands and bringing it back up to the wound he was just disinfecting.
It still throbs with a dull, burning pain from whatever it was that he treated it with. The whole area is tender, the bruising there starting to darken from angry red to a bluish-purple.
I press his fingers over the worst of it. “Hurt me. I want you to.”
Logan’s cock jerks in his pants, but he’s still holding himself back.
I cover his fingers with mine and push them deeper into the bruise, hissing with the sharp ache. “It’s okay. It turns me on too, remember?”
Logan gives me a long stare, then—never breaking eye contact, and as slowly as he allowed himself that sinfully sexy smile earlier—he presses his fingers into my bruised ribs a little bit harder.
I let my head fall back and roll my hips over his cock. “Yeah, like that.”
The pain moves through me like a wave, and that darkness inside me, that twisted part of me that was never satisfied before I met these three men, uses it to feed the craving I already have for him.
“I know you’re in control,” I pant, staring into his ice-blue eyes. “You’ll never hurt me more than I can take. I’ll use my safe word if I ever need to. Do you remember it?”
“Red,” he says without looking away from me.
