“You like that, dirty girl?” I reach around to her front and yank her bra apart, the front ripping easily. Cupping her tit, I squeeze hard as I fuck her.
“Logan!” She pants as I give it to her rough and deep.
“You brought this on yourself.” I take pleasure in every hard stroke, in every sigh from her lips, in every squeal of delight as I give her everything she asked for the second she decided to wear these goddamn boots. “Wearing slutty heels. This is what sluts get, sugar. This what you wanted?”
“Yes!”
I try to stop my mouth, to stop saying these things to my innocent princess, but I don’t. Filth spills from my mouth. “Your cunt is so goddamn sweet. Ripe just for me, just for my fat cock.”
She claws at the desk as I slap her tit lightly. That makes her jolt, then push back harder, impaling herself on me. She likes the pain. I like to give it. Still, I try to reel myself in. It’s futile. I’m in too deep. Literally. “This cunt is a work of art. Too bad I’m going to paint it white.” I reach lower and stroke her clit, strumming it as I piston inside her.
My load rises in my cock, and I grip up even harder on her hair, pulling her to me and turning her head.
When I kiss her, she stiffens and moans. I can feel her pussy milking me, and I let go. We come together, both of us locked up in each other as we climax. I kiss her hard, fucking her with my tongue as I shoot inside her. I take everything, every little bit of her I can get, and I don’t leave anything behind.
I keep kissing her as my hips still and I ease my grip on her hair. When I finally release her mouth, I take a deep breath and realize I’ve crossed more lines than I can count.
She shivers and rests her palms against the desk, letting her head hang forward.
Guilt courses through me, and I pull out and zip up. I’ve really fucked up this time. Bad.
I grab some tissues from the box on my credenza and clean her up as she just breathes deeply and stays bent over my desk. She’s like a wounded angel, red marks on her ass and breast.
“Logan?” Her voice is soft, and it hurts me just to think of what she must be feeling inside. I’m a goddamn monster, and now she’s seen it. Felt it.
“I’m so sorry, sugar.” I wrap her in my arms, my front to her back. “I lost control. I’m a bastard. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
“Logan, I—”
“I promise it won’t happen again.” I kiss the back of her neck, trying to show her how much I mean it. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
7
Quinn
I sit on the bed listening to Logan pack. Two weeks ago, I thought we’d turned a corner. That I’d finally pulled my husband closer to me. It felt as if all the walls standing between us had crumbled away. But as quickly as they’d come down that day in his office, they were resurrected even quicker soon after.
His apologies cut through me. The fact that he felt the need to apologize was what hurt the most. I had no idea apologies could do that to someone, but they can. Worse, he barely looks at me anymore. He touches me like I could shatter at any moment. Maybe I will. My heart, at least.
“I should be back tomorrow; it might be later. You don’t need to wait up,” he says coming out of the closet with his bag in his hand. “Why don’t you and Nova go to that spa you love?”
“Maybe.” I sigh, petting Harley, who is sitting in my lap. Logan’s fingers come to my chin, lifting my head to look up at him.
“I love you. You know that, beautiful?”
“I love you too,” I respond, not answering his question. Honestly, I’m not sure he does love me. Not in the way I need to be loved.
He leans down, barely brushing his mouth against mine. I reach out and grab a hold of the front of his suit jacket, trying to deepen the kiss. He pulls back before I can. I try not to let disappointment fill me, but I can’t help it.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone.”
“Or what?” I tease. I lick my lips, my body heating at the thought of consequences. I’d do anything for him to take me the same way he’d done in his office. Logan has always been a generous lover. I’m shocked when I hear other women say that their husbands don’t go down on them. While Logan has made sure I’m more than satisfied each time we make love, I’m still left wanting more. I want that part of him that he tries to keep tucked away.