Page 55 of His Good Girl
Namely, because he has.
He has Serena’s undivided attention and no threat hanging over his head. To him, she isn’t forbidden. She is the low-hanging fruit he can reach out and grab with both hands to devour as and when he sees fit.
It sparks a rage in me that has previously been unknown.
Clenching my fist, wanting to smash his face so badly that it aches.
Stepping back, needing to get the sight of her with another man out of my mind before I kill him, I turn and start walking back to my apartment. This was a mistake. I came out with my face still a mess, my ribs still splintered because being in the apartment alone after giving up the one thing I was holding onto was eating away at my insides.
Without that, I have nothing to anchor me. Feeling myself spiral is shocking and terrifying. I need something to ground me. I need Serena.
Without thinking, I spin on the sidewalk and stride back to the bar. Stopping dead when Serena and her friends tumble out the door, laughing and tipsy, I falter.
She freezes when she sees me. Her eyes go wide, and she looks around as if expecting Quen to jump out and drag her away.
“Logan,” Rue says steadily. “Turn around and go home.”
Serena’s gaze locks onto mine. Her eyes are swimming with so much emotion; I know she is just as lost without me as I am without her.
“Come,” Rue says, tugging on her hand.
“Stay out of this, Rue. Walk away.”
“It’s okay,” Serena whispers.
With a sharp huff, Rue takes her friends and backs off but stays close.
Walking two paces, places me in her personal space. Her gaze takes in my face, and her lower lip trembles.
“Are you okay?” she asks quietly.
Shaking my head, I hold my hand up to her face, hovering it over her hair, before I clench my fist and snarl, “Did you let that prick touch you?”
Serena’s mouth drops open in astonishment at my harsh question. “Excuse me?”
Gripping her upper arm tighter than I should have, I growl, “Did that prick touch you?”
Fury welling up inside her, she yanks her arm from my grasp. “What’s it to you?”
“Everything. You belong to me, Serena, but if I can’t have you, no one can. Do you understand me, or do I have to drag you back to my apartment and chain you up to keep you away from men who want to bury their cocks in your pussy?”
“Logan,” she pants, her fear hitting me in the heart, but it’s too late for that. I’m too desperate, too filled with anger and frustration and a driving lust that makes me slam her up against the wall and press my body into her.
“Hey!” Rue shouts, marching over. “Get your fucking hands off her.”
“Stay out of it, Rue. This isn’t your business.”
“She is my business, so unless you want me to call the cops, back the fuck off.”
She makes a muffled noise, and then a hand slams against my back before whoever dares to touch me drags me away from Serena.
“If you want to keep that hand, remove it from me now,” I state my gaze still on Serena. She is stock-still, her hand to her mouth as she remains motionless.
“Get away from her,” the guy who was drooling all over her earlier snarls, shoving me around to face him.
He doesn’t know what he just got in between.
“Wait!” Serena says.
