Logan's actions and question were both forceful and direct. Elena was quick to pick up what he meant.
However, just because she understood what he meant, it did not mean that she had to obey him.
"No, I don't want to!"
Elena angrily reached out to push the man's firm chest. As soon as her hands made contact with the shirt he was wearing, her wrists were promptly clamped down. Not a moment later, she ended up pressed down on the bed.
A loud click sounded in the room. It seemed that Logan had switched on the orange light at the head of the bed. The dark, desolate guest room suddenly felt as if it had been bathed in warmth.
Under the yellow light, Elena was shocked to see that her well-endowed chest was pressed tightly against the man's firm body.
Suddenly anxious, Elena moved backwards
