No. I can’t do it. I can’t do it!
My chest is heavy with what my mind is trying to force me to accept. It’s almost like I’m protecting myself in a way when I snap, “I thought you’d rather kill yourself than see me naked.”
“Shutup, Lia.”
I’m back to biting my lip as he slides his hands around my neck, then down to my breasts. I inhale sharply as he cups them, before tweaking my nipples.
I can’t do it!
I turn away, my eyes stinging.
But I can’t stop the name from spilling out of my mouth anymore than I can help breathing.
“Logan…”
Then I snap my mouth back shut when I see the scowl on his face.
“What is it, Lia?” he growls. “Don’t you want it? Don’t fucking lie to me. I can tell your pussy’s wet.”
My face flames as I follow his eyes down to the space between my legs. In my sitting position on the bed, my folds are visible, and so is the damp spot forming under them.
What the absolute fuck?
While my chest has literally been aching with the thought of selling my body for safety, my lower body has been responding… like this?
I try to squeeze my thighs shut, but Logan keeps them open by pushing his knee between them.
“Well, Lia?” He finds my nipples again, and this time, he twists them so hard I let out a cry of pain. “You have three seconds to tell me to stop. Three…”
If I thought he was twisting my nipples before, this is on another level. He absolutely crushes them while counting down. “Two…”
“Ahhh!” I scream out, writhing beneath him in pain.
Any sane person would wantthisto stop, at least. But somehow, the more forceful he is, the more my lower body reacts. While my brain seems to… shut off. Something twists in my lower stomach, sending sparks down to my toes.
I can’t understand what is happening to me.
“One.”
Logan’s lips flatten into a smirk. “You’re a little masochist, aren’t you? I should’ve known you wanted to get it as bad as you gave it.”
He tumbles me down, landing on top of me, his hand wrapping itself around my neck. “So you belong to Carmelo Moretti, huh? Well, I guess I’m just gonna have to borrow his possession.”
I gasp as he shoves two fingers roughly up my pussy, the intrusion making me clench all over. The strange neediness that his fingers torturing my nipples had elicited in me vanishes suddenly. The idea of selling myself for safety disappears just as abruptly. All that’s left is the realization that Ican’t do this.
I haven’t been touched there since Carmelo held me down and raped me. I guess he only likes taking what isn’t his, because the minute we got the marriage certificate, he lost all interest in me.
Despite the way Logan is lying on top of me, I manage to curl up just a little, his fingers reminding me of what happened to me three years ago.
Don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me. Stop!
I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting him to continue fingering me, to worsen the torture. I tense my body and try to force myself to take it.I have to! I don’t have a choice!
Instead, his fingers leave me just as suddenly as they penetrated me.
I manage to open an eye, and my stomach sinks when I see Logan’s face. He looks as white as a ghost.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d imagine he was… upset.
