Chapter 6
He Ruins Me Softly
There’s something sick about desire that won’t let go.
Something cruel in the way it makes you crave what you’re not supposed to want.
Logan didn’t kiss me like a man who wanted s*x.
He kissed me like a man who wanted to own every inch of me.
Like he wanted to brand his mouth into mine so no other kiss would ever feel the same.
I hated that I leaned into it.
That I melted.
That I stopped pretending the moment his tongue found mine.
“I said I wouldn’t touch you again,” he whispered between kisses. “I f*****g lied.”
His hands were already up my shirt, tugging the fabric over my head. My n*****s were tight, aching for attention, and he didn’t make me wait.
He bent down, took one into his mouth, and bit.
Hard.
I gasped, arching against him.
“Keep yo
