“I think this is the sexiest face you make, by the way.”
He rushes me. “Just because I got a little hard doesn’t mean I was turned on by that.”
“Admit you’re as curious as I am.”
He hesitates—another victory. I don’t even care if I’m deluding myself. All I know is, he devoured my cock and now he’s turned on by rolling around the bathroom with me.
“It’s okay, Logan. You have time to consider that boner before our date on Friday.”
“I have plans.”
“I know you do. With me.”
He scowls, and fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. I need to get out of here before this desire consumes me.
“I’ll text you where to meet me. And I expect a reply. Promptly.”
“What is promptly to you?”
“You’ll figure that out, one way or another. But I’d be careful because even if your guys aren’t as willing to let me in next time, I will tear this entire house apart to find you.” My gaze fixes on his mouth. I rest my forefinger on his lips, and that feels like it’s just pushed some precum from my cock. “See you Friday, wifey.” I move slowly, until my face is near his throat, and he doesn’t move as I press my teeth into his skin, forcing indentations. I offer a lick before pulling away and locking gazes with him. “I’m going to devour every part of you,” I assure him, and he gulps.
But I must restrain myself for now, so I clench my fists and pry myself away from him, hurrying out the door.
I didn’t realize how worked up he got me until I’m standing in the hall with the guys. My face is hot, breathing intense, the rush like electric currents surging, my dick still twitching. I’m half tempted to dash back in and make him mine, but I wisely continue down the hall.
Patience. You’ll have plenty of time to fuck Logan Wilde.
14
LOGAN
Ishuffle throughthe ties in my closet, trying to find the right one to wear for my date with Killian tonight.
Date? What in the fuck is going on?
You can stop all this right now, demand that Killian restrain himself and stop speaking like the devil.
I find a blue tie with black stripes and head over to the mirror, fixing it, thinking about that encounter when he barged into my bathroom. I was so irate, and so turned on. He wasn’t wrong about my cock, which is why I tried to disguise it before he had a chance to see it, but Killian Lorde doesn’t miss anything, apparently.
I glance myself over in the mirror, my button-down open in the front. I can imagine Killian seeing me like this, probing me with those dark eyes, full of all that desire and cruelty. My cock shifts, and I hate myself for it.
You know what this sick fuck wants from you. It shouldn’t arouse you. It should terrify you.
But my self-admonition only makes me firmer, and my throat tightens. Feels similar to the darkness in me, the one that compelled me to punish Sik Vik. Despite what my logical mind thinks of Killian—that I should run from him like I would a feral pack of wolves—I find myself intrigued.
What am I saying? I don’t want to be fucked by a man. I’ve never so much as kissed a guy, and I don’t have any plans to. I’m straight. I was boning a woman when his goons abducted me and brought me to his lair.
It’s like he’s a hypnotist. Something in his gaze, in his touch, in those words he so viciously levies against me, has tricked my body. That’s all this is. He’s a master manipulator, and these games have coerced me into envisioning things I never would have considered if he hadn’t planted them in my damned mind.
I button up, as though trying to prevent his phantom gaze from viewing any more of me than he already has, then fix my tie. I look sexy tonight, the sort of sexy that might entice Killian even more than he already is. Maybe it would be safer to wear something less appealing, but it’s fucking Killian Lorde. He’ll know what I’m doing. He’d probably get off knowing I felt insecure enough to dress down to discourage him from drinking me in.
But I won’t cower. I won’t show fear. And under no circumstances will I ever submit to that bastard.
Although in reality, I’m already submitting by agreeing to this date. He’s wearing me down, and I should be afraid of where this is all leading.
But I’m curious.
I finish getting ready, then head over to the nightstand and look at the condoms that have slipped out of the box. Something in me tells me I might need one, but why would I need one if I have no intention of doing anything with Killian? Still, I find myself grabbing one, along with a packet of lube, and pocketing them.
