If he wants to play games, so be it. Let’s see how far I can push him before that composed demeanor snaps.
I thread my fingers over his, prying his hold from around my middle, then guide his hand under my shirt and up to my breast. A rough groan is drawn from his throat as I arch into his touch and whimper softly.
“Fuck,” he says on a breath.
I jut out my chin with a satisfied smile, biting my bottom lip when he takes over. His fingers work absent-mindedly plucking my piercings; idly toying with my body with one hand while the other rests on the arm of the chair, clutching his old-fashioned. My slow exhale is the only sound between us.
“I can’t sleep with you tonight.” His voice is gruff.
I roll my eyes. “Then let’s not sleep . . . please, just act like you want me.” I’m about two rejections away from being offended.
“Actlike I want you?”
I swallow.One rejection away.
His lips graze the shell of my ear. “I could spend every day fucking you for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Want is useless. The way I feel about you . . . It’s addiction . . . obsession . . .”
He takes the breath right out of my lungs. “I didn’t know you imagined us like that.”
“If I told you the things I imagined, you wouldn’t still be sitting in my lap.”
“Care to test that theory?”
“I’ve seen the boys you’ve dated. I’ve seen your mornings after a night with them. You’ve never looked exhausted, or weak, orquenched. You’ve never yelped when trying to sit. They underestimated you. Chaos can’t be tamed with a gentle hand.”
Oh my God.Anticipation and lust swirl in my chest and I roll my hips, loving the way his touch feels when it collides with a threat.
“That’swhat I fantasize about. Taming you. Watching you bend to my will with a sweet moan on your lips.”
I’ve never experienced someone like Logan—never experienced anyone in the sametieras Logan. He’s a category all his own. How is this the same man who barely speaks to anyone, and suddenly, he comes out withthat?
He proved his point, making all the other guys I’ve dated seem like immature fuckboys in comparison. I’ll never go back.
I angle my head, skimming my teeth along his neck and tracing the tip of my tongue over his stuttering pulse. Releasing my piercing, he snakes his hand higher under my shirt until he wraps it around my throat. He takes one final swig from his cocktail before setting it down, then slips his cold hand into my underwear.
“Logan . . .” There are so many words, but my brain can’t find any of them. He’s right, this is more than merewant. This is pure need.
I’m mumbling nonsense when his fingers spread into a V, caressing just outside of where I need it most.
“What do you want, Chaos?”
“More. Don’t stop.” My rushed words aren’t nearly as restrained as his, but it’s all I’m capable of at this moment.
“Who said we were stopping?” His thumb sweeps over my clit, and I shudder.So good.
“Feel that?” he whispers, lightly brushing his lips over my temple—a complete contradiction to the way he’s squeezing myneck, reminding me that my size and strength are nothing compared to his. I’m at his mercy. Below, his fingers slip inside, making me gasp. “I bet I could hold you like this all night, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
I nod, whimpering when I want to scream. He tightens the hand around my throat while he finger-fucks me with the other.
“So fucking wet . . . feel yourself.”
“Huh?”
He drags my trembling fingers to where his were a moment ago, sliding over my slick arousal. “Touch your pussy for me.” I melt into him as he guides me deeper. The way he takes over is so sexy.
“Feel how wet you are? Get it all for me.”
“Logan . . .” I want his hands back, his are so much bigger compared to mine.
