My concession doesn’t magically make things right, but when his mashed potatoes arrive, Logan digs in, and as I watch him dip his steak in them, I’m annoyed, but also pleased he’s enjoying them. Savoring them like he savored my cock.
I can admit when I’m wrong, and I stifle the part of me that wants to hold him down and force-feed him the fucking salad.
When we finish the meal, Logan pulls out his wallet. “We’ll split it.”
“I’ve already handled that. He has my card.”
Logan glares at me, then starts to get up. “I guess I’ll head out, then.”
“That works. Just have your guys drive you back to my place.”
“What?” he asks, and there’s that fear in his expression again. I shouldn’t enjoy seeing it as much as I do, but I can’t help it. It’s the monster in me.
“Have your guys drive you to Rothguard. Unless you’d like to drive with me.”
His gaze lowers, like a man who understands what he must do, no matter how much he doesn’t want to. I’m waiting for him to ask why we’re meeting there or what I’m planning to do to him, but he doesn’t. Maybe because he’s surrendered to this fate. And the evil in me is thrilled it’s working. That I’m wearing him down.
“Good job, Logan. Clearly, you know what’s good for you.”
My cock stiffens as I revel in my power over him. Soon, Logan Wilde will be mine.
We head to the cars, and fifteen minutes later we’re at Rothguard.
“Take good care of his security,” I tell Jaime and Krychek. “If I hear about any scuffles, someone’s losing a thumb, got it?”
The seriousness of their nods assures me they’ve understood.
Logan follows me through the house to my office, his head hanging low, like a dead man on his way to the electric chair. Surely because he knows exactly what I want from him.
16
LOGAN
Killian hasn’t statedhis intention, but he didn’t have to. The way he glanced at me all through dinner, I know what he wants. What he’s willing to take from me. And I despise him for it, but then…why didn’t I put up more of a fight?
And more importantly, why are we heading into his study?
He escorts me to the bar and offers me a whiskey, but I request tequila. I eye him suspiciously as he pours the drinks. He sneaks a look at me, that familiar smirk playing across his lips.
“Just can’t take your eyes off me, can you?” he asks, passing me my drink, and I take a swig. “Rude not to wait for me, wifey.”
“Rude to tell me what I should eat for dinner,” I snap back. I still can’t believe the asshole did that. Although, it’s definitely his speed.
His gaze narrows. “Iletyou have the mashed potatoes.”
“There are so many things wrong with that sentence,” I tell him, but the way he’s looking at me, he doesn’t get it.
He clinks his glass against mine, and we both drink. I down the rest of the glass, letting it join the wine, certain I’ll need it. As the warmth of the liquor rushes to my chest, I take a breath. “I’m surprised this is where you brought me.”
“Where were you expecting? The bedroom?”
I nod.
His smirk expands, and he finishes off his drink. “Eager to get to it, huh?”
“You know that’s not true. You know I don’t want to do this, that I’m only standing here because my family’s safety’s in your hands.”
He snickers, clearly basking in his power over me. Reveling in dominating a Wilde.
