My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player

8

ISABELLA

The storage room was dim, shadows clinging to the corners as Logan shut the door with a firm click. The scent of cleaning supplies mixed with dust, the air stale and heavy. My eyes adjusted to the murky light, flicking over stacks of boxes and mops leaning against the wall. I yanked my arm out of his grip, the spot where his fingers had pressed into my skin tingling. “What the hell, Logan? You can’t just drag me in here like a caveman.”

He leaned against the door, his broad shoulders nearly blocking it entirely. His suit jacket hung perfectly on his frame, tailored to emphasize his athletic build. He crossed his arms, his eyes darkening as his lips curled into a smirk. “I can do whatever I want,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “You belong to me.”

I scoffed, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “I belong to no one. Especially not to an arrogant asshole who thinks the world revolves around him.” I moved to the far side of the room, putting as much distance between us as possible. The cold wall pressed against my back, the rough texture biting into my skin through the thin fabric of my shirt.

His laughter echoed off the walls, a deep, mocking sound that made my skin prickle. “Feisty today, aren’t we?” He pushed off the door and took a step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. “You seemed to forget our arrangement.”

“Oh, I remember,” I shot back, my chin lifting defiantly. “But I don’t remember agreeing to be your punching bag in public.” My voice wavered, but I stood my ground, refusing to let him see how much his words earlier had hurt me.

His jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed with something dark, dangerous. “You’re taking this too personally. It’s just a job. Get your money and move on. Don’t act entitled to anything more.”

“Entitled?” I repeated, my chest tightening. “I’m not asking for flowers or love notes, Logan. I’m asking for basic respect. You humiliated me in front of your friends, made me feel less than dirt.”

He stared at me, his gaze hardening. “But you are a cleaner, Isabella. Or do you want them to know we’re f*****g?”

The words hit me like a slap across the face. My body went cold, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest. I felt my nails bite into my palms as I clenched my fists. “Right,” I whispered, forcing a bitter smile. “I forgot my place.” I looked away, focusing on a crack in the wall, pretending it didn’t hurt as much as it did.

Logan’s expression softened for a split second before his trademark smugness returned. He crossed the room, his footsteps echoing softly against the concrete floor. His fingers brushed my cheek, his touch warm and oddly gentle. “Glad you finally get it,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that husky timbre that made my pulse quicken despite everything. “I don’t owe you anything, Isabella. I give you my attention when I want to. Not when you demand it.”

I wanted to slap him, push him away, tell him to go to hell. But his fingers trailed down my neck, grazing my collarbone, and my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch. A shiver ran through me, and he felt it, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. “You’re so responsive. That’s why you’re here. Not for anything else.”

His lips were on mine before I could muster a reply, his mouth hot, insistent. His fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make my breath hitch. His other hand slipped under my shirt, his palm rough against my skin as he traced the curve of my waist. I hated how easily he could unravel me, how one touch could make me forget everything else.

He took his time, deliberately teasing, his lips brushing my jaw, trailing down my neck as his hands explored, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Stop acting entitled,” he whispered against my skin, his voice laced with wicked amusement. “You’re here because I allow it. Because I want you here.” His teeth grazed my shoulder, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that slipped out.

His hand moved to the hem of my shirt, pushing it up, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin beneath. His mouth followed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that made my knees go weak. “You think you can just demand my attention? I’ll give it to you when I feel like it. And only then.”

I wanted to fight him, to prove that I wasn’t as weak as he thought. But his hands were relentless, his mouth addictive, and my body responded to him despite my pride. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him back, hard, desperate. His growl of approval vibrated against my lips as he lifted me off the floor, setting me down on one of the tables.

The cold metal pressed against my thighs as he stood between my legs, his body hot and solid against mine. His hips ground into me, his arousal evident as his hands roamed, exploring, claiming. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice rough as he nipped at my neck, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt. “And I’ll have you whenever the f**k I want.”

His words stung, but his touch was electric, and I was powerless against the storm he unleashed in me. My breath hitched as his hands bared my skin, his mouth following, teasing, tasting. He was merciless, dragging it out, making me beg with my body even as my pride screamed at me to stop.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, voices filtering in from the hallway. My heart leapt into my throat, panic flooding my veins as I tried to push him away. But Logan was faster, his body tensing as he pulled me off the table, dragging me to a dark corner behind a stack of boxes. He pressed me against the wall, his hand covering my mouth as his body shielded mine, his heartbeat thundering against my chest.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and ragged. His scent surrounded me, a heady mix of musk and cologne that made my head spin. I held my breath, my pulse racing as the voices grew louder, footsteps echoing through the room.

My body was still trembling, adrenaline and desire coursing through me as Logan’s hand tightened on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. He was close, too close, his body pressing into mine as we hid in the shadows. I could feel every inch of him, his heat, his strength, the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

The voices faded, the door creaking shut once more. Silence descended, heavy and tense. But Logan didn’t move. He stayed pressed against me, his eyes dark, his lips dangerously close to mine. His hand slipped from my mouth, his fingers trailing down my neck, leaving a burning path in their wake.

His mouth hovered over mine, his breath warm and tantalizing. “We’re not done,” he whispered, his voice low, wicked. “Not even close.”

Pressed against the cold wall, Logan’s body molded to mine, his fingers tracing slow, torturous circles on my waist. His breath was hot against my ear, his lips brushing my skin as he whispered, “You’re trembling.”

I was. Not just from fear of being caught, but from the way his hands moved over me, teasing, exploring. He was doing it on purpose, the bastard. I bit my lip, fighting back a whimper as his fingers dipped lower, his body pinning me firmly in place.

His mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear, his teeth grazing my skin. “Careful, Isabella. They might hear you.” His voice was dark, mocking. My pulse quickened, a flush spreading across my cheeks. Did he like the risk? Did he get off on the thought of being caught?

The voices in the room grew louder, laughter echoing through the small space. Panic and excitement warred within me. Logan’s hand tightened on my waist, his thumb pressing into my hip, his mouth still torturing my neck. I could barely breathe, my body betraying me, reacting to his every touch.

Finally, the door creaked shut. Silence. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. Logan’s grip turned iron-hard as he yanked me away from the wall, spinning me around. His eyes were dark, his jaw tight. “I don’t have time to waste.”

Before I could respond, he bent me over the table, his body pressing into mine. “You wanted my attention?” His fingers trailed up my spine, his voice a dangerous growl. “Now you have it.”