“What do you mean?” I lift onto my elbow, needing to look him in the eye. There’s darkness in his expression, his brows pinch together, and his body is rigid. “Logan, tell me.”
“I read the contract, went through every word, and he’s laying claim to our first-born son if we have one. He said he knew we’d find each other again, and if we didn’t, he would’ve captured you, kept you in the house until I returned.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. He is convinced that our son, will be the heir to the Oakridge fortunes. But what I don’t understand is what he’ll gain from it. Granted, my father doesn’t love me, that much is clear, but what I don’t get is why he wants us to have a son for him to claim.”
“Maybe there’s more to it?” I suggest, but the confusion painted on Logan’s face is swimming around my mind as well. It doesn’t make sense. Why allow me to run away and let Logan leave if he wanted us together? Surely, he could’ve just held us both in Chicago and pushed us into each other’s paths.
“There is definitely more to it. But before I go snooping into my father’s things, I need to get him out of the way. The problem is, once the cops take him in, they’ll be the ones who have access to his documents before I even have time to get there.”
“Then the only way is to get him out of the office with a ruse of some sort?” I consider this for a moment. “I could call him, wanting to meet to talk, and you could go in and see what you can find.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know what he’s capable of, Vera. You’re not going anywhere near him.” Logan’s tone is no-nonsense. And I know arguing with him won’t help, but playing it safe will also not be an option. I push onto my knees, my naked body catching his attention for a moment before I speak.
“Logan, remember what I said. I’m a grown up, and if I choose to do something, then you really can’t stop me unless you decide to bind me to your bed. If I meet him in a public place, I’ll be safe.”
His expression turns from anger to frustration at my words, but he knows I’m right. If there’s more to our story, I want to know what that is. It could be dangerous, but if we don’t try, we won’t know. And my father is still refusing to talk to me. After my email, I used Logan’s phone and tried calling again, but they told me he is not taking any calls from family or friends.
“I don’t like it, Vera.”
“I know you don’t, but right now, we don’t have a choice.” I move over Logan, straddling his waist. His big, strong hands grip my hips as I roll them back and forth. “I mean, if you could just try it my way, you’ll find I’m right.” My words are a mere whimper when I feel him harden under me.
He locks his gaze on mine, and a small smile dances on his lips, tilting them seductively as he regards me. “You’re a seductress,” he tells me. I continue grinding on his cock, feeling the heat of him pulsing against me.
I’m wet again, craving another feel of him filling me. “I want you right now.” My admission causes his eyes to flutter closed, and a groan falls from his full lips. His body is rigid, his fingers digging into my hips, and I know he’s focusing on the pleasure and not the fact that I’m the one in control. I have a feeling Logan enjoys the control more than his obsession with me being asleep.
I slide against him, feeling the tip of his erection against my clit, which forces a whimper of pleasure from me. I do it again, and again. The heat of him mingled with the wetness of me is an erotic combination of desire and pleasure. I move forward and angle myself, causing him to slip inside my pussy.
The pained pleasure of his thickness stretching me steals my breath as I lower myself until he’s fully seated. Every inch of his cock is inside me, and I’m trembling at the way he feels throbbing in my core.
“Fuck, Vera,” Logan mumbles, his hands pulling me forward and pushing me back. Even with me on top of him, he still wants the control. He uses me for his pleasure, my body a device to keep the heat between us raging like an inferno.
He drops one hand to my pussy, his thumb circling my clit as I ride him. “Look at me, Logan. I want you to see me.” My voice is raspy as I plead with him. He gifts me his dark gaze. He strums my clit with an expert touch as I rise and sink down. His other hand reaches for my neck, squeezing so tight, I gasp.
“Shit,” Logan grunts when my pussy tightens around his cock. I feel it. He feels it. We’re both close, reaching for the edge, the precipice of desire about to push us both over. “Come for me, Beauty, come hard.” His growl is feral. My hips move faster, harder, and he sinks in impossibly deeper, hitting that spot that has stars bursting against my eyelids, and I croak out his name as my orgasm crashes over me.
Moments later, Logan fills me with his seed, and I realize, in that moment, I can never want another man to take me. I’m his Sleeping Beauty, and he’s my Broken Prince.
33
Logan
Dax, Kael, and Axel are seated in the club when Vera and I enter. There’s a girl on stage practicing her pole dancing, but none of the men are looking at her. I know they’re all taken, and so am I, but I don’t know how Dax runs this place with that going on every day. I guess having Theia, his submissive, around does distract him from the lure.
“Hey, man,” Dax greets me, offering a hand, which I grab and shake. “And this is the beautiful Vera,” he says, looking over to my girl.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” she responds shyly. That’s what I love about her. Even though she can sass me, her sweet, submissive nature comes through when she’s beside me.
“Nice to meet you finally. Didn’t realize this asshole was capable of love,” Dax taunts, which earns him a punch in the shoulder from me. “Just stating facts.” He ushers us to a table where Axel and Kael offer up a wave to Vera and me.
“So,” I start as I settle into the chair. “I need to get this shit done and dusted. He has that contract that states her dad has signed over our first-born son, should we have one, to Herbert Oakridge. My father is a fucking monster.”
“My men have looked it over. Don’t worry about that. What we did find, which will help us, is a shit-ton of his communication to underground organizations. Embezzling money, but also trading in weapons to Russia and Germany. Not sure what else they can dig up if they go in deeper,” Dax tells me. “We can take him down just with that information alone.”
“I’ll just walk into his office and kill the arsehole,” Axel chuckles, leaning forward as he picks up his beer and swigs the cool liquid.
“It’s not that easy. If anything were to happen to him, I would be the first in line to take over, as well as the first person they’d come to as a suspect.”
“Why?” This comes from Kael, who’s leaning back in his chair. He looks as relaxed as if he were on the beach.
“There’s a clause in my father’s will. If anything were to happen to him that wasn’t natural causes, there must be an investigation. Me first, then my mother. We’re both on the list as the first people to point fingers at.”