Chapter 5
The Way He Breaks Me
I didn’t remember walking to the bed.
Only the way Logan’s hand slid between my thighs and the sound he made when he found how soaked I already was.
“You came here dripping,” he whispered against my neck. “You like sneaking into my bed while your husband sleeps down the hall?”
“No,” I lied.
He grabbed my jaw, forced my mouth open, and pushed two fingers inside.
“You’re a filthy little liar.”
I moaned around his fingers.
“Don’t pretend you’re innocent,” he said. “You walked in here knowing what I’d do to you.”
His fingers curled deeper into my mouth, and I sucked them like my life depended on it.
“I can’t stop,” I admitted when he finally pulled them out. “I don’t want to, but I can’t—”
“Don’t lie to me again. You want this.”
He shoved me back on
