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LOGAN
I realized, far too late, that I had broken years of discipline in a single night and the days after.
For years, I had stayed away from unnecessary entanglements. No distractions, no meaningless s*x. I had convinced myself that physical desire was just that 'physical' and nothing I couldn’t control. And yet, I had woken up in a hotel suite, tangled in sheets that weren’t mine, with the undeniable scent of s*x still clinging to my skin.
At first, I told myself it was because I had gone too long without it, and that was the easiest explanation I could give myself. The simplest one, but something gnawed at me the moment I opened my eyes.
Something felt off.
My head had been heavy, and my limbs weighed down by a sluggishness that wasn’t just exhaustion. The memories were hazy, fractured at the edges, like a puzzle with missing pieces. I could recall flashes of heated skin, breathless laughter, the way my hands had roamed without restraint, but there was something else. Something I couldn't put my finger on.
She had been asleep beside me, her body curled up beneath the sheets, dark hair sprawled across the pillow. She had looked peaceful. As if the night before hadn’t been something reckless and impulsive. As if she belonged there.
That was what unsettled me the most.
I should have felt guilt. Regret. Something that made sense, but all I had felt was conflicted.
I had no idea who she was, yet I knew that this night had been different. The way I had touched her, the way I had wanted her, had gone beyond simple lust. It had been raw, urgent, almost desperate, and I don't do desperate.
Maybe that was why I had forced myself out of bed. I had dressed quietly and slipped out quietly, and somehow, fate decided that we were going to meet again, and this time, I wasn't going to let her go.
I pressed her against my desk, my lips hovering over her ear as I whispered hotly, “I am going to f**k you for the rest of today. Don't worry about getting caught.”
My fingers slipped beneath the thin strap of her panties, dragging them down her legs with practised ease. She slipped onto the table, parting her legs wide enough for me to yank them off effortlessly. Her breath mingled with mine as she hastily undressed, not even waiting for me to finish before crashing her lips against mine in a heated kiss. Her top landed somewhere behind her, forgotten, as my hands found her bare skin. She threw her head back, eyes fluttering shut, a moan spilling from her lips as I touched her.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
I took a step back, drinking in the sight of her naked upper body. My c**k throbbed when she bit her lower lip and ran her hands over her breasts, teasing her n*****s between her fingers as she shot me a come-hither look.
Bold. Just the way I liked them.
She knew what she wanted. She always went straight to the point, and I respected that.
“What’s taking you so long, Logan?” she drawled, her voice dripping with lust. Her lips slackened, her eyes dark with need. Lifting her perfectly pedicured feet onto my desk, she spread her legs, revealing her wetness to me. “I risked my job for you.”
I hissed through my teeth.
“f**k it,” I muttered, stepping back between her legs.
I wrapped my fingers around her throat, pinning her deep into the desk as I captured her lips in a bruising kiss. My teeth sank into her lower lip, tugging at it, and she whimpered under my grip. She liked it. Just the way I did.
She tried to roll her hips against me, desperate for friction, but I held her in place. I hated it when a woman tried to take control. That wasn’t how I played. I dominated. Always.
My other hand trailed down her collarbone as I moved my lips from her mouth, peppering kisses down her chin. Catching her earlobe between my teeth, I nipped at it, relishing the way she shivered beneath me. My lips traced the delicate skin of her neck, inhaling her scent of roses and something deeper, richer.
“You wore my favorite perfume, huh?” I murmured, my fingers catching her n****e, rolling it between my fingertips.
She whimpered in response.
“You know why you’re here, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, voice thin with need.
“Why?” I tightened my grip around her throat, just enough to make her squirm. She tried to grind against me again, and again, I pushed her back roughly.
“f*****g speak,” I ordered. “And don’t try to take control. You should know by now that I’m in charge. Always. You submit to me. Now, why are you here, and what the f**k do you want, little slut?”
“I am here because I want you. I work for you as an employee and as your slut,” she breathed against me as I teased her n*****s, my c**k pressing against her thigh. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and her feelings didn’t matter. They never did. She knew that.
“Is that all? Doesn't the money matter to you, too?” I asked, sinking my teeth into her shoulder.
She gasped, fingers digging into my shirt.
“I came here so you could f**k me,” she admitted breathlessly. “Money, too?” She sounded weirded out but I didn't care.
A smirk tugged at my lips. Now, that's what I wanted to hear.
“Now, spread those legs wide enough so I can see you.”
She obeyed instantly.
I pulled out a seat and sank into it, watching as she balanced her weight on the edge of my desk. My eyes raked over her silky thighs and her clean-shaven core, glistening with need. She squirmed, desperate for relief, but she didn’t touch herself. She knew better than that. She waited for my command.
“Touch yourself for me, Isabella,” I ordered, drawing out her name with my thick accent. I knew how much women loved it. I could talk a stranger into stripping just by speaking.
Her hand trailed down her belly, scraping her pubis before she tapped her wetness, letting me hear the obscene squelch. My c**k throbbed painfully against my slacks as I undid my belt, groaning as I watched her circle her fingers around her clit.
She threw her head back, leaning on one elbow as she pleasured herself. Her other hand found her breast, teasing it as she moaned.
“Now, finger-f**k that p***y for me,” I growled, wrapping my fingers around my c**k.
She obeyed, slipping her fingers inside herself with ease, crying out as she picked up a rhythm. I stroked myself in time with her movements, groaning at the sight of her writhing on my desk, so f*****g desperate for me, but I was a wickedly desirous man.
“Don’t you f*****g come,” I snarled.
She whimpered but obeyed, and I was done playing.
I surged to my feet, grabbing her hips and pulling her roughly against me before slamming into her.
She screamed, not caring if the entire office heard.
I felt lightheaded, drunk on her, on this, on the animalistic hunger consuming me. I pounded into her, gripping her so tight I knew she’d bruise.
She screamed my name at the top of her voice, over and over, her pleasure raw and untamed. When she was close, I pulled out, flipping her over with ease. I arched her hips, smacking her ass hard enough to leave my mark, and she moaned as I slammed back into her from behind.
She grabbed the desk, her knuckles white, as I thrust into her mercilessly.
Gripping her hair, I yanked her upper body back, crashing my mouth over hers. The kiss was rough, desperate, our bodies moving in a frantic rhythm.
My hand wrapped around her throat again as I f****d her. Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, and I grabbed one, kneading it roughly.
“Logan,” she choked out, voice trembling. “Logan! I’m gonna come! Please!”
“You only come when I tell you to. Get that?!”
“Y-yes!”
I bit into her back, tasting the mix of her sweat and expensive skincare.
“Hmm… That’s my good girl.”
Her legs trembled, but I didn’t stop.
I was close. My thrusts turned erratic, my breathing ragged as the pressure coiled in my gut.
Lifting her off the desk, I carried her across the room, still buried inside her. I was relentless, pounding into her with the force of a stallion, my strength unyielding.
I slammed her against the wall, forcing two orgasms out of her before finally releasing inside her. She thrashed against me, her nails raking down my back, her teeth sinking into my skin.
Her body sagged against mine, utterly spent.
I slid out of her, breathless, and stepped away. Without a second glance, I walked to the bathroom to clean up, returning a moment later to pull on my slacks.
She sat on the floor, watching me with wide eyes.
“Go wash up,” I said coldly. “And when you’re done, leave.”
“What? Logan—”
I gave her a sharp look. “I have to be somewhere. I don’t do cuddles.” A smirk curled my lips. “Great s*x, by the way.”
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