“Are you engaged to Adam fucking Archer?”
“I- I mean, well, technically, but not—”
Before I can get another word out, though, Logan’s crossed the few feet between us and his hand is at my throat. “Faithless whore,” he spits. “Our bed wasn’t even cold before you were off spreading your legs for him. I was just practice, I suppose, to break you in like a bitch in heat?”
I slap him. Hard. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His hand at my throat squeezes and he moves so that his face is only an inch from mine. And I can’t help it. My body is trained to respond to his dominance. I liquefy beneath him. My curves soften to his hard muscle.
And he feels it. For a second, I see a glimmer of Logan, my Logan in his glittering blue eyes before they turn back to ice. “Is this how you were with him? Did your cunt soften and squirt when he touched you?”
He reaches down, roughly shoves up the skirt of my dress, and grabs my crotch. I have to fight my back arching into his touch.
“I ought to slap you again,” I grit out through my teeth.
“Is that a yes?” he all but yells, gripping my sex harder as fury flashes in his eyes.
“No one but you has ever touched me there, Master!” I yell at him, just as furious. I know it looks bad, but doesn’t he have any faith in me? In what we shared together? He wouldn't even let me tell him my side of things!
He just shakes his head at me. “I can’t believe a word out of your lying mouth.”
I deflate. So that’s how it will be. The truth doesn’t matter to him. Only his stupid, misguided vendetta. I shove him in the chest. “Then let me go,” I shout, rallying again. “If you won’t believe me, then there’s no point in any of this.”
He lets go of me and I stumble back.
“So that’s it?” he laughs. “You and Adam Archer ride off into the sunset together? I don’t think so, kitten.”
I glare at him. “What do you want with me, Logan? You won’t believe what I have to tell you.”
“No.” His dark eyes glare right back at me. “I won’t ever believe anything that comes out of your lying mouth ever again. But that doesn’t mean your debt to me is nearly begun being paid. I am your Master. And I get to say when you leave. Not you.”
What? What does that mean?
“I- I don’t understand,” I say slowly.
“You will,” he says darkly. “You will.”
And then he rushes me, picks me up and slings me over his shoulder.
“Where are you taking me?” I squeal, banging on his back with my tiny fists and kicking uselessly. He locks his thick arm around my legs, holding them down, and walks towards Thornhill manor.
“I’m taking you home.”
Three
Present Day
Logan
She lied to me. She betrayed me. She’s so warm and lithe and alive in my arms.
The fact that I still want her so badly burns worst of all.
I bang the front door to her childhood home open and let it slam into the wall.
“Logan, what are you doing?” she screeches. “Did you break in here?”
I smile maliciously as I kick the door shut. Oh little kitten, I have so many surprises for you. I swing her off my shoulder and down onto the expensive couch in the front sitting room.
“Why would I break into my own house?” I ask.
Her confusion is adorable. Truly adorable. I leave her in her muddle while I walk to the curtains and rip off the curtain tie, first one, then another.
She shrieks in protest. “What are you doing? My mother picked out those curtains!”
I nod. “Guess that’s why nothing in this house has been updated in over a decade. I’ll have to call in my interior decorator. She’s a hot little thing who’ll do anything for a buck. Probably even fuck me,” I shrug.
“Why are you being so hateful? And what do you even mean, your interior decorator?” Daphne sits up and makes like she’s going to stand but I’m on her before she can, pinning her down with my thigh.
I grab her wrists and wrap the curtain tie around them, binding them tightly. Her eyes flash up at me but she doesn’t protest. She knows where this is going and she wants it as much as I do. I guess Adam couldn’t satisfy her like I can. The thought both infuriates and gratifies me at the same time.
But mostly it just infuriates me. She’s mine, but she gave herself to another man.
With a growl, I flip her over and I don’t bother being gentle about it. Her ass sticking out in the air slightly mollifies me. I know there’s only one thing that will truly soothe the beast inside me, though.
I hike her skirt up again. I plunge a finger inside her. She’s wet and she doesn’t protest. So the next second I yank my buckle open, shove my pants down, rip open a condom with my teeth and sheath myself. Then I shove my cock home.
“You bastard,” she grunts, even as her perfect peach ass thrusts back up against me. Lying little— If I hadn’t taken her virginity myself, I’d be questioning whether she’d just been playing virginal the whole time. But that tight cunt wasn’t lying.
Even now, she’s gripping me like a fucking vice. Not long ago she was a virgin and she’s still tight as a drum.
But what if he was inside her, too? What if he tasted this sweet little cunt that’s mine? If she shared herself because I never mattered more than a passing novelty, someone to get her off—
I fuck her more furiously but it’s not the same. The condom is more than just a latex barrier between us. It’s what it represents. I can’t trust her anymore. What if she didn’t use a condom with him? If my perfect, pure girl is now diseased because of that disgusting fuck?
My dick starts to lose its hardness and I yank out of her, breathing hard. Which only makes me more furious. How could she ruin everything like this?
I tear the condom off and throw it to the floor, then pull my pants back up. She looks over her shoulder at me but I grab her head and force her to face front again.
“Are you done?” she asks, more confused than mocking.
“Not nearly,” I growl. I grab her and lift her, setting her on her feet at the side of the couch. “Bend over and grab the side.”
She glares at me. “Go fuck yoursel—”
“Go ahead,” I dare her darkly. “Finish that sentence.”
She gulps and instead, lowers her head. Submitting. I breathe out, barely keeping my temper under control. “Grab the edge of the couch, ass out.”
She stands still for a long moment, indecisive.
“You said you were only going to check on your father’s well-being. Instead, you got engaged to another man. A man you know I hate. Don’t you think you deserved to be punished for that?”
Her back goes ram-rod straight and I know she wants to say something. She wants to sputter her lies again, her fake ‘explanations’. But she finally chooses to do the smartest thing she’s done all day.
She bends over, wrists still bound.
I flip up her skirt.
“Logan, I—”
I bring my hand down before she can finish. And then I pull my belt out of the loops and snap the leather in the silence.