Logan’s hands were rough, shoving my thighs apart, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks. I didn’t
care.
His mouth trailed down my chest, teeth scraping over my nipple before he sucked hard. I arched off the bed with a gasp, my fingers twisting in his hair.
“Still think you’re in charge?” he muttered against my skin.
I opened my mouth to say yes, but his hand slid between my legs, two fingers pushing inside me without warning. My breath hitched, my hips jerking against his touch.
“Fuck–Logan-”
“Nah, sweetheart,” he growled, curling his fingers just right, making me see stars. “You lost talking privileges.”
I whimpered, my thighs trembling as he worked me over ruthlessly. His thumb circled my clit, his pace relentless, and I could feel the heat coiling tight in my stomach.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. His green eyes were dark, burning with something wild and possessive.
“You cum on my fingers,” he said, his voice rough. “Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name. And maybe then you’ll stop bein‘ reckless.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I came with a cry, my pussy clamping down around his fingers. He didn’t slow down, just kept working me through it until I was shaking, oversensitive and desperate.
Before I could catch my breath, he was yanking his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. He didn’t give me time to adjust, just lined himself up and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.
I gasped, my nails digging into his leather cut as he filled me completely.
“Logan-”
He cut me off with a kiss, his tongue sliding against mine as he started moving, his hips slamming into me with a rhythm that had me seeing stars all over again.
Every thrust was punishing, every snap of his hips driving me higher. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was holding back just enough to keep from losing control.
But I didn’t want him to hold back.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, “Harder,” breathed against his lips.
He groaned, his forehead dropping to mine.
“I can take it,” I whispered. “Give it to me.”
That was all it took.
His control snapped. He pushed my knees up to my ears.
His thrusts turned brutal, his grip tightening on my thighs as he fucked me into the mattress. The headboard slammed
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against the wall, the sound echoing through the room.
I could feel the heat building again. I was on the edge, about to fall into bliss a second time.
“Nah, not yet,” he muttered, suddenly pulling out. I whimpered at the loss, but he wasn’t done.
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He growled, flipping me onto my stomach again, his knee pressing between my thighs to keep me spread open. His palm landed on my ass with another sharp smack, and I moaned, the sting mixing with the heat pooling between my legs.
Then he was inside me again, his cock plunging into me in one smooth motion. I gasped, gripping the sheets as he set a relentless pace, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
“You like that?” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You like it when I take control?”
“Ye–es,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur. “God, yes.”
His thrusts were deep and punishing, every movement driving me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core, the heat building until I thought I might explode.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, my nails digging into the mattress. “I’m gonna-”
“Not yet,” he snapped, suddenly going still. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
I groaned, frustrated but obedient, letting him take me exactly how he wanted. His pace slowed, each thrust deliberate and calculated, drawing out the pleasure until I was trembling.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice softening just enough to make my heart skip a beat. “Now you can cum.”
Fuck. The dam broke, and I came apart with a cry, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t stop, driving me through it until I was gasping for air.
Then he followed me, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside me, his release hot and filling. He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then he slowly pulled out, rolling onto the bed beside me.
“You okay?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Don’t ever pull that shit again, Hailey. I can’t—”
“I won’t,” I promised.
He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath still ragged as he tried to calm down.
“Although,” I murmured, a sly grin tugging at my lips. “If that’s how you’re gonna punish me… I might consider being reckless more often.”
Before I could blink, his hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack that made me yelp. “You’re hilarious,” he growled.
I winced, rubbing the sting out of my skin. “Oh, I know I am,” I shot back, tilting my chin up defiantly.
He glared at me, his jaw tight, but I saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He shook his head and sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Get dressed,” he said, his tone firm. “We got shit to do.”
I groaned, stretching lazily before rolling off the bed. My legs felt like jelly, and every muscle in my body ached in the best way. “Yes sir,” I muttered, throwing him a mock salute,
He shot me a look that could’ve melted steel, but I just laughed, grabbing my clothes from the floor. As I was putting on my
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bra, I caught him watching me.
“What?” I asked, suddenly self–conscious.
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He shook his head, like he was trying to clear a thought. “Nothin,” he said, standing and zipping his fly. “Just… don’t get cocky.”
I smirked, stepping into my leggings. “Too late.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”
“Tit for tat,” I shot back, glancing over my shoulder at the red welts forming on my ass.
When I caught his eyes again, they looked almost apologetic. Almost.
I pulled my leggings up, then pulled my shirt over my head. His eyes were still on me, dark and unreadable. “So, where are we going?” I asked, trying to sound casual, like I wasn’t still buzzing.
He tilted his head, studying me. “You ever shot a gun?”
The question caught me off guard. “Uh, once. With my dad. I was like… ten.”
He nodded, like that was the answer he expected. “We’re goin‘ to the range. You’re gonna learn.”
My stomach did a weird flip. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he said. “If you’re gonna pull stupid shit like this, you need to know how to defend yourself.”
I opened my mouth, but I wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t joking.
“Fine,” I said, crossing my arms. “But don’t expect me to be some sharpshooter right out of the gate.”
“Don’t care, Annie Oakley,” he muttered, heading for the door as I trailed behind him. “Just need you to know how to handle it. You’re gonna carry one tonight.”
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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.
