Page 65 of One Night Seduction

“Yes!” Arianna shouts, a little too breathily to not raisesuspicions before she clears her throat, shaking her head as her orgasm begins to finish right as my own begins.

I bury my head into the base of her neck, muffling my groans as I begin sucking on the sensitive skin once more. My cock jerks and pulses as it empties inside her.

When we both come down from our highs, I pull away, leveling her with a steady look as I speak quietly.

“I have to go now. Not because I want to, but because it’s what’s best for now. I’ll think of you every second that I’m gone, and when I get back, I’m sliding right back where I belong,” I say, punctuating my words by forcing my cock deeper into her.

She gasps as I continue.

“In the meantime, I want you to be a good girl and keep all of this cum inside you, okay?”

“Logan,” she whines. “That will be so uncomfortable. For hours?”

I push into her again, so far that she squirms.

“Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded. Disobey and you’ll be punished.”

“I gotta be honest, my curiosity is piqued with this punishment you speak of,” she says, a mirth-filled smirk on her face.

I slowly set her down to her feet.

“Trust me, you don’t want the punishment any more than I want to give it to you.”

“How do you know?” she challenges as I slowly pull out of her, missing her tight cunt already.

Tipping her chin up, I stare down at her mesmerizing eyes.

If only she knew the fire she’s playing with.

I know what she’ll choose, though. She’s too good not to. Too eager to please, anxious for the praise. She’s my good little Sub, and I can’t wait to reward her all night long.

Chapter Twenty Three

Arianna

Brady and Ty are playing air hockey in the den while Melanie and I are in the living room watching a movie. As much as I love this movie, and because I’ll never get tired of crying my eyes out to a sappy romance movie, I can’t focus on it. Instead, I’m checking my phone every five minutes and looking out the side window for headlights every two.

I don’t know why I’m so anxious. I know Logan has no interest in my mom, I know he was only with her on this trip because I essentially shoved him at her, and though he hasn’t admitted it, I’ll bet anything he was just trying to make me jealous.

It worked.

No, I know nothing will happen between them tonight. Doesn’t mean it will be for a lack of trying from my mother. We have two more days until this vacation is over. What’s stopping us from leaving now? I’m more than ready to be away from my mom, and maybe Logan and I can…I don’t know. Spend time together away from all this and figure out what it means, if it means anything outside this place.

“Why do you keep checking your phone?” Melanie asks.

I look up from my screen, almost unaware that I was looking at it as I smile at her.

“Just texting my friends.”

A bald-faced lie. We haven’t really spoken much since I’ve been here. The house has terrible reception and going up and over the pass to Leavenworth wasn’t any better. There have been a few check-in messages, but since Cassi’s birthday, it’s been quiet in the group chat, which is definitely not normal. When I get back, I have to call them and tell them how much my life has changed since that night in the club. I don’t even think they’ll believe it. Maybe that night has something to do with why they also have been radio silent.

Melanie gives me a disbelieving look that is so similar to one Marissa would give, it’s frightening.

“You’re not texting, though. You just keep checking it. Like you’re watching the time or checking for a message. I thought your boyfriend was in the other room,” she says, gesturing to Ty.

I shake my head. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“You two are just hooking up then?”

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