Logan acted as if he hadn't heard anything at all. He let out a cold chuckle as he grabbed Elena's thin shoulders with strong arms. He turned her over with ease.
Then, he palmed the back of her head with his boney hand. He slowly approached Elena's pale, soft lips with his cool ones and snarled out coldly, word for word, "It's not mine, anyway. It would be great if I f*cked it out of you."
This sentence was like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight into Elena's heart, causing it to ache painfully in her chest.
She widened her eyes in shock and stared at the man who was trying to actively hurt her. Her lips trembled, yet she was too upset to get any words out.
By the time she recovered from her heartache, Logan's agile and slender fingers had slid down her fair cheeks. His fingers made t
