God help me, I do.
I love it.
I love the way hetalksto me—filthy, rough, like I’m the only thing in the world he wants to ruin. Like my pleasure is his to grant…or deny.
His thrusts are savage now. Relentless. He’s deep—impossibly deep—dragging a cry from my throat with every stroke.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls. “Dripping for me. You going to come like a good girl?”
I moan. I’m high, helpless, and hungry. And here for everything this experience has to give me.
My brain scrambles for something coherent, but there’s nothing left butheat and need andyes. Yes, I want this. I want to be devoured. Worshipped and ruined and made new.
“Say it,” he demands, grinding into me. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “You. I’m all yours.”
He snarls something primal and slaps his palm against the headboard for leverage, fucking into me harder. Deeper. I swear I see stars.
“You’re going to come all over my cock,” he says. “And when you do, I don’t want you to hold back. If you want to be loud, be loud.”
My body is already there—trembling, clutching, desperate.
And he knows it.
His hand slides down between us, fingers circling my clit with ruthless precision.
“You want it?” he pants. “Thenearnit. Beg.”
Please, my brain whispers. Please, please…
“Please,” I cry out. “Please, I need to come—I need—Logan—please…”
His hand tightens on my hip, his rhythm relentless. “What do you need? Say it.”
“I need you. Just you.”
“Mmm.” His growl pushes me over the edge. “Come for me. Come all over that cock.”
And I do. I shatter and scream as I fall apart in his arms like I was meant to be taken this way.
And through it all, one thought loops through my spinning mind.
God, I love how he ruins me.
Chapter Five
CASSIE
He grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing, dragging me to the edge of the bed with a dark glint in his eye.
“I’m not done,” he growls, his voice low.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s back inside me—harder, deeper, splitting me open with a force that knocks a broken moan from my throat. He grips my hips like he owns them, dragging me back onto him as he pounds into me from behind, each thrust sharp enough to make the bed creak and my knees buckle.
One hand clamps around my hip, fingers digging in like he wants to leave a mark. The other fists in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine bows and I’m gasping at the ceiling.
“Look at you,” he pants, voice wrecked with hunger. “Bent over for me. Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
