Page 120 of The Lost and the Found

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a drink of water. It wasn’t until I placed the cup in the sink that I noticed Logan was there.

“Let me through,” I said, and I hated how small my voice sounded. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me, at least not physically, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t intimidated from the sight an angry-looking Logan.

He turned his eyes toward me and I took a step back. Logan followed. I didn’t want to let him see how intimidated I was of his large form, but it was hard to ignore, especially with the dark storm brewing in his eyes. “Logan.”

He shook his head. “Tell me, did you flirt with him to make me jealous? Do you not know how possessive I am when it comes to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re taking about,” I said, and I truly didn’t. Was talking to another man a crime now?

“Don’t lie, baby. Or I’ll punish you later.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Punish me how?”

He shot me a wicked smiled. I shifted a little on my feet. “I won’t let you get off.”

I gasped. “Maybe I don’t even want you to touch me.”

He laughed then, and if I wasn’t trying to keep some distance between us, I would have slapped him. “Really? Are you telling me you’re not a bit turned on by that? To be under my control, under my mercy. And whether or not you get off is dependent on me.”

I could feel some wetness seeping into my panties, and I knew I made a liar out of myself when I shook my head. I wished now I hadn’t taken off my dress. I wished I was wearing something else. Because being in nothing but a t-shirt and panties made me feel vulnerable—especially while Logan was still fully dressed.

He took a step toward me and I took one back. I looked behind him to the front door. He was blocking the only exit, and I knew I didn’t want to run out of here dressed as I was. How the hell was I supposed to get out of this situation?

Logan took advantage of my momentary distraction and ran to me. It was too late. I could run, but I knew I wouldn’t get away. His shadow loomed over me briefly, before he was there, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Logan,” I said, when his hand moved up to one of my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and I knew he could feel that. I squirmed and he turned me around until my back was to his chest, one arm wrapped around my chest to keep me in place, the other shoved inside my panties, playing with my drenched pussy.

“Say the word ‘red’ if you want me to stop,” he growled, low in my ear. He entered a single finger inside me, and I automatically clenched around him. Oh, god.

I fought back then. I used my nails to scratch up his forearm until I was sure I drew blood. I twisted my body around and elbowed him in the ribs.

By some stroke of luck, I was able to pull away. It was my chance to run, and I was taking it. I moved toward his bedroom.

I was nearing the hallway when I felt him, right before I was snatched back into his hard body. I figured he’d let me go on purpose. He was enjoying the chase way too goddamn much. I struggled out of his hold. He wouldn’t have it, his arms cladded around me like iron, unbreakable.

Even like this, I was glad to note, I wasn’t scared of him. Even when he was holding me, he wasn’t hurting me. I knew if I’d said otherwise, he would let me go in a heartbeat. So why wasn’t I saying it?

“Hold on,” I said instead, and I didn’t know what I meant. I wasn’t sure what I was saying, all I knew was that he was bringing all of my conflicting emotions to the surface, and I didn’t know what to do with them. I was feeling too much. Much too much.

Logan moved away, and we were both breathing noticeably hard. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby. If you want me to stop, I will, but I don’t think you want that, do you?”

I thought about it while Logan waited patiently for my answer. Did I want him to stop? I didn’t think so. I was feeling too wired right now; I’d think I would kill him if he stopped. But should we do this while we were fighting? Weren’t there rules to these things?

I shook my head. No, I didn’t want to stop. Logan smiled, and it wasn’t very nice. It was the devilish smile that made me want to both put some space between us and beg him to hold me at the same time.

He pulled the hem of my shirt upwards, revealing my breasts to his gaze.

I tried to push his hands away when he pinched my nipple almost painfully. I let out a gasp, more from surprise than anything else. I was turned on by this. Any attempts I made to stop him became futile, because I wasn’t trying very hard.

He told me all I had to do was tell him to stop, and he would. Except I didn’t want to. But still, shouldn’t I at least fight him on this?

I pulled my shirt down, trying to cover myself as best as I could, but he wouldn’t allow it. He held one mound in his hand, playing with it roughly, his arms blocking me from pulling the shirt down. His other hand moved my panties off to one side so that he could enter a finger inside of me once again.

I was done for.

I didn’t have the willpower to stop him. The only thing I could do was beg him not to stop.

To keep moving in and out of me, and back in again—just like that. Yes, like that.

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