“Oh f**k.” His entire body stiffened beneath me, and I didn’t have to look at him to know what I was doing to him. And damn, it felt good. I still liked when he took control, but being where we were, and after giving all my control over to him, and knowing what this place stood for ... Well, having him succumb to me made me feel strong again.
I pinched my ni**les hard and then reached down, grabbing his hands and putting them over top of my br**sts. “Touch me, Logan. I need you to touch me.”
And he did. There were no more games as both of us lost ourselves to the desire. Panting with the need for possession. He sat up, taking me with him, then his head lowered and he suckled my ni**les, rolling his tongue over the tender surface.
“Now, Emily.”
I wanted to tell him to wait, but the truth was I couldn’t. I put my hand between us, took his cock, and guided it inside me. I threw back my head, and he groaned as I pushed him deep, and he fell back against the mattress.
I started moving, and he reached between my legs and circled my cl*t sending my body into a whirlwind of aching yearning that was climbing higher and higher with each stroke.
“Logan.” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed harder and faster, my limbs shaking and stiffening.
“Fuck. Now.”
“Wait.” I demanded, and his fingers lost rhythm on my cl*t for a second at my words.
He made a low growling sound in the back of his throat, and then his h*ps were pushing up, matching mine as he drove inside of me.
I yelled, “Now!”
Logan threw me over onto my back in one motion and then thrust into me several more times—hard. Relentless.
I came hard. Long. And I screamed as I did it.
He was completely still, the veins in his neck throbbing, his c**k jerking inside me as he finished coming.
When our eyes met we both knew that tonight was something more than either of us had expected. It was cathartic and powerful. Logan had given me control in a place where I had none. He’d given me the option to say no. He’d given me my dignity back.
He leaned down, and then he was kissing me soft and gentle; it was beautiful, and it was a kiss that had me sighing as he roamed over my mouth lazily.
Logan slipped out of me then went to the washroom where I heard the tap running. When he came back to bed, he instantly pulled me into his side then kissed the top of my head.
He never said anything, and neither did I. We’d always been good with quiet moments, as if we both knew words would only ruin the beauty in the silence.
It was only when I was drifting off when I thought I heard him say, “Dream sweet, Emily.”
Chapter 7
Day 10
“You interrupted me.” His voice was steady and clear. “You spoke without being asked.” His voice rose. “And you f**kin’ called me Logan.” He was pacing back and forth across the room. “Fuck.”
I’d been kneeling beside the table in the main dining room. Dave had been there as had Raul. They chatted about the upcoming fight while I knelt for an hour on cold stone tiles beside Logan’s chair and was fed from his fingers.
I had to go pee, and I’d made the mistake of calling him Logan. I’d never seen him so angry. His entire body went from relaxed and casual to rigid and dangerous within seconds.
Raul and Dave were silent as Logan turned to look down at me like I was some dog that just bit his ankle. His eyes ... God, they’d been intense, and yes, I was scared because of what I’d done. But it was a mistake, Logan had to have seen that.
He’d shoved back his chair so violently that it fell over backward, then he grabbed me by the arm, and before I could even gain my footing he was dragging me out of the dining room.
He didn’t stop until we were back at his room, where we were now.
Before last night I’d been a dying flower. Pieces of me falling to the ground, shriveling up and disintegrating day after day. I was surviving, but barely. I’d been losing the part of myself that thrived in the sun, the lightness that came with living. But then last night, Logan awoke the woman I used to be and gave me what I had starving for.
I thought things may have changed between us.
I was wrong ... The coldness had descended over him locking out everything we’d shared.
It was devastating.
And it was cruel.
“Emily.”
I jumped at his sharp tone. “Yes. Master.” I avoided his eyes, lowering my head. There wasn’t a fight left in me. He’d taken away that trickle of hope with how he reacted in the dining hall. Did he do this to me on purpose? Maybe that was why he held me in his arms, brought my body alive at night ... So he could break me down in the morning, destroy me over and over again. So I could hate myself more than him.
His footsteps approached, and I stiffened, uncertain what he’d do, yet hoping he’d never physically hurt me. He’d awaken my body to his touch, but never once had he harmed me. But he let others hurt me, hadn’t he? He watched them. Did he get off on that? Had he enjoyed watching Alfonzo whip me?
It was his quiet sigh that caused me to swallow my fear. His finger touched beneath my chin, and he raised my head. He was inches away from me, and I tried to stop feeling. I tried so hard, but I failed.
“Emily.”
My heart crashed, because the way he said my name made the fear heighten.
“Don’t do it again.” He watched me for several seconds, then turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I collapsed onto the bed and cried.
It was dark by the time he returned, and I was brushing my hair after my shower while I looked out the window seeing nothing but imagining everything. As the door shut and locked behind him I turned and knelt on the floor, the brush laying forgotten beside me.