Chapter 130
Chapter 130
-Hailey-
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When I reached the bedroom doorway, Logan wasn’t on the bed anymore. His clothes were in a pile on the floor. A heap of black leather and faded denim.
A sudden hiss of water came from the ensuite bathroom. The door was shut tight.
Was it locked? Was he shutting me out for good, or was he waiting to see if I’d have the courage to follow?
Or did he not care either way?
I tested the knob slowly, half–expecting resistance. There was none.
A small victory. He hadn’t locked me out.
My fingers went to the button of my jeans. I pushed them down my hips, letting them pool around my ankles before stepping out of them.
Each piece of clothing I removed felt like another hole in my shield.
I stood there naked for a minute, arms wrapped around myself, thinking about the last time I had joined him in the shower like this. It had been under eerily similar circumstances.
“Round and round in fucking circles,” I whispered with a sigh.
I pushed the door open. I could see him through the fogged glass of the shower door.
He didn’t turn when I stepped in behind him, but I saw his entire body go rigid. The hot water hit my skin like a thousand tiny needles, and it chased some of the chill out of my bones.
I ignored the way he was ignoring me and reached around him to grab his bottle of body wash from the ledge. I squeezed a dollop into my hand and worked it into a lather.
He flinched the tiniest bit when I put my soapy hands on his back, high between his shoulder blades. His muscles were like coiled steel cables.
He didn’t shake me off. He allowed it. And that was my opening.
I pressed my thumbs into the hard knot at the base of his neck, working in slow, firm circles. My fingers worked him over, down his spine, across his shoulders, not missing a muscle,
This was the anatomy of his anger. The physical map of every burden he carried.
I could feel him at war with himself. The fight between leaning into my touch and holding himself together.
My own breath hitched as I worked. I got lost in the simple intimacy of trying to smooth away his pain. I poured every apology… every ounce of my fear and my love into the movement of my hands.
I was so lost in it that I actually jumped when he moved. He rotated under the spray to face me, and the air left my lungs.
Water cascaded over his chest, down the hard ridges of his stomach.
And he was fully, achingly erect,
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It was a truth he couldn’t hide. A blunt declaration of need that contradicted the expression on his face. My eyes dropped to the sight and I caught my bottom lip between my teeth without even thinking.
He saw me looking. His voice was low and rough, scraped raw from the inside. “Not now, Hailey.”
The words were a bucket of ice water. They should have sent me scrambling out of the shower in humiliation. But instead, they lit a fuse in me.
I met his gaze, my chin lifting a fraction. “Okay.”
I reached past him for the body wash again and squirted some into my palm. I never broke eye contact.
I started with my thighs, dragging my soapy hands slowly down the length of them, feeling the water rinse the suds away almost immediately.
I did it again, slower. My knees, my calves.
I ran my lathered hands up my arms, from wrists to shoulders in a slow, caressing motion.
Then I cupped my breasts, circling my nipples with my thumbs until they went rigid. A soft, involuntary sound escaped me.
His jaw flexed. His eyes were locked on my hands.
I slid them down over my stomach, and lower. I turned slightly, giving him a better view as my hands glided over the curve of my ass.
I tipped my head back, finally breaking his gaze to let the water hit my face, and I dragged my soapy fingers up my
It was a blatant, vulgar display. It was a reclaiming. I wouldn’t let fear or fury steal this from us.
Every movement was a wordless reply to his *not now*. It was a challenge.
But he responded by turning away from me again.
throat.
I sighed. Still dripping and half–covered in soap suds, I started to step out of the shower. He didn’t want me? Fine. I’d go rinse myself off in the other one.
I never made it.
His hand shot out and closed around my wrist. I choked on a gasp as he yanked me back under the water.
In a single motion, he had my back pressed against the cold tiles. And before I could even process it, his mouth was on
mine.
It was all teeth and possession, hard and demanding. A punishment for my defiance. For my lies.
I kissed him back with equal hunger and my free hand came up to clutch at his waist, to pull him against me.
He caught that wrist, too.
He pinned both my hands above my head. I was trapped, pressed between the tiles and the wall of his body.
A second of fear shot through me, followed immediately by a wave of pure, blinding need. I writhed against him, not to get
but to get closer.
away,
He ground his hips against me, pressing his cock against my belly. The sensation was maddening. A tease that went nowhere.
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1 strained against his grip, trying to free my hands. To touch him. To guide him inside me.
But he wouldn’t let me.
His breath was hot against my neck. Frustration won.
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Driven by a wild need to wreck his control, I did the only thing I could. I waited for him to pull his head back a little, then I threw mine forward and sank my teeth into his bottom lip.
It wasn’t a gentle nip, but it didn’t break the skin. He froze for a split second, and then a raw, guttural groan ripped from his throat. His hips jerked against me in an involuntary, sharp thrust. The animal in him responding to the spark of pain.
The sound he made was pure, undiluted want, and it was the most honest thing I’d heard from him all day.
He changed his grip on my wrists so that he was holding both with one hand. Then he reached behind him blindly and found the faucet handle. The water cut off, plunging us into a dripping, heavy silence.
He finally let go of my wrists only to slide his hands under my thighs and hoist me up into his arms. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist without thought.
He carried me out of the bathroom, soaking wet, and into the bedroom. Then he tossed me onto the center of the bed.
I bounced once on the mattress, and then he was on me, like coming home. His mouth and hands were everywhere at once, mapping my body with frantic hunger.
What followed was a Discovery Channel special. A desperate, feral joining that had nothing to do with tenderness and everything to do with erasing the space between us. It was him trying to fuck the lies out of me, and me trying to pull the truth out of him with my nails and teeth.
my
It was raw and messy and perfect.
After, we lay there together, tangled up on top of the soaking wet comforter. Our breathing slowly returned to normal. His arm was a heavy weight across my stomach, and he had his face buried in my neck.
The fight was gone. It left behind a weary, sated acceptance.
My gaze drifted lazily over his shoulder, around the room. And then it snagged.
The bedroom door was wide open. My eyes tracked down the dim hallway and into the living room.
Right to the exposed metal rafter in the ceiling.
I couldn’t see the little black speck from here, but I knew.
The door had been open the whole time. Which meant the camera had a pristine, unobstructed view of the bed.
Anatoly hadn’t seen my pathetic little show in the shower, but he’d had a front–row seat for the main event.
Welp, there went my peace. It changed to fury in a millisecond. My sweat went cold.
Shame tried to surface, but I smothered it. I wasn’t ashamed. He wanted a show? He’d gotten one. He wanted to violate our privacy? Fine. He could watch me take his violation and wear it like a leather catsuit.
Logan’s breathing slowed as he fell asleep beside me. I didn’t wake him. I just kept staring down the hallway, at the eye in the
dark.
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A grim smile tugged at my lips.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
