“You need to get a little more creative with your insults,” he hisses at me.
And then he pinches.
“Logan! Ow! Fuck!”
I’m standing in tiptoes again, trying to get relief from the burn, but all it does is hurt more. He doesn’t let go for what feels like an eternity, his fingers gripping and digging at myflesh. When he finally does, I sag, panting hard, my head falling against his chest without even thinking.
The first thought that does come to my mind is…this feels good.
His chest is hard and broad, and warm, and even though I know the cruelty and danger that he represents, all I can think is that right now, I feel safe in his arms.
The second thought I have is:what is wrong with me?
I spring back, and just have enough time to realize that I’ve wet his shirt before he looks down at my face. A glint in his eyes, part cruelty, part hunger, makes me shiver.
“You’re crying,” he whispers. “I like it when you cry.”
He bends down and… licks a long stripe up my face.
“Logan!” I gasp. Then I shiver again when he leans his head against my neck.
“You’re a real little pain slut, aren’t you? I’m gonna have a lot of fun hurting you before I hand you back to your husband tonight. And I’m going to have even more fun watchinghimhurt you.”
“Logan…”
This time his name comes out as a pleading whisper. I tear myself away from him, trying to keep the tears from bubbling over, but he grabs me by the chin and forces me to look up at him.
All I can do is stare mutely as tears slide down my face. I can feel his dick swelling against me as he reaches up, drying each tear with a finger that he then sucks into his mouth.
“You’re a fucking sadist,” I tell him, anger coming to the fore again.
He smirks. “Yes, Lia. Yes, I am. Unfortunately for you.”
_
“Took you long enough,” grunts the mobster waiting by the side of the car, one of Carmelo’s nameless goons.
I let out a sigh of relief when I see Aurora through the window, babbling away in her car seat. Everest sits in front, but his body is twisted so that he faces her. He’s playing peekaboo with her, and thankfully, the thug leaning against the car is ignoring them both.
But he definitely doesn’t ignore me. I feel his leery eyes on me as I put a hand on the car door handle.
“Sit next to her,” orders Logan. “I’m going up front.”
“Absolutely not,” I lash out. “I’m not sitting anywhere near that asshole.”
At once the guy backhands me, and I land on my ass on the ground. I feel something warm ooze under my nose, and when I bring a finger up to touch it, I see blood. Then I blink a few times, trying to force away the dizziness, and lift my face up to the thug, ready to give him a piece of my mind.
He’s looking at me with a very satisfied smirk on his face, and I open my mouth to let out a string of cursewords, when suddenly, there’s a loud detonation.
Still wearing a smirk, he careens forward, and I have toscramble to the side so that he doesn’t fall on me.
Then I see the hole smoking at the back of his head, and some of his brain peeking out. I get on my knees and retch out the contents of yesterday’s plastic bag.
“What… the… fuck?” I gasp, looking up at Logan.
He puts away his gun in his back pocket, shrugging and shoving aside the body. “Come on, Lia. Get in.”
“What the fuck?” I say again, as he squeezes his hand around my arm and yanks me up. “Why thefuckdid you do that?”
