I huff out a breath.Crash. You’re about to hear a lot more than that.
“No, everything is not okay. You married me without my permission!”
“Really? Are we still doing this?”
My jaw stiffens at the audacity this man has. This is a side of Logan I’ve never seen before. He doesn’t seem to care about any of this. His level of delusion is aspirational. It’s certifiable.
I don’t respond and simply remove my sweatpants and climb on my bed, pushing my underwear to the side and turning on the toy. It comes to life, louder than I even remember. My lips curl into a smug, pissed-off grin. Fuck you.
His footsteps grow quiet as he walks away. I’m getting off tonight, whether he hears me or not; it’s not relief, it’s retaliation. Slowing my inhales, I attempt to relax, rolling my shoulders back. Masturbating while angry is much harder than I anticipated. My thighs ache, and I’m too enraged by what he did to focus.
Hemarriedme.
Without asking. Without even telling me. And if I hadn’t pressed him today, I still wouldn’t know.
The music stops, and his stomps grow louder until I see the shadow of him blocking out the light through the space underthe door.Now I’ve got his attention.I sigh breathlessly. Then a second time, louder again. Half fake.
He pounds on the door, making me smile. That’s satisfaction. He’s been mashing my buttons, mocking my anger to get me worked up. Two can play at that game.I can incite violence too, you prick.
“Kelly,” he growls out.
God, I wish I could see his face. Jaw tight, eyes narrowed, fists balled, dick hard.
Now I’m getting into it. Arching my back into the soft duvet cover, I moan. Long and loud.
“You think you can get a rise out of me with your little show, Chaos?”
Ten bucks says I already have.
“Open the door,” he demands.
“Fuck you.”
I change the rhythm of the vibrator to a pulse.
“Open the door.”
This time I hum his name.
“If you call my name one more time, I’ll?—”
“What? You’ll come? Blow down my house?” I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “You’re not the big bad wolf, Logan.”
I trace the vibrator over my thighs and press it to my clit again.
“No, I’m worse.” I hate how sexy that sounded. “You really think a hollow-core door and a temper tantrum are enough to keep me out?”
I whimper his name again, letting my lids flutter closed.
His dark chuckle on the other side of the door tells me I hit my mark. Eat your heart out. “Lo?—”
Boom!The door splinters and swings open, bouncing off the doorstop with a rattle.
I flinch and scramble backward to the head of the bed, vibrator still buzzing in my hand.Holy shit.He just broke the door.
“Get out,” I say, kneeling on the bed in my underwear and a T-shirt, trying to act like I’m unfazed by the fact that he just broke down my bedroom door.
“No.”
