Logan laughed, but never pushed the unsaid suggestions. He caged me in his arms and took the job as my feeder. He stuffed food in my mouth and placed kisses on my lips while I chewed my food in a tight-lipped smile.
That's the scene Alex walked into and the bruise under his left eye made me sigh.
The delicious food flushed down my throat upon the unpleasant reminder of last night's fight.
"Apologize to Alex." I ordered, eyeing Logan with a warning.
My opinion about violence never changed, I strongly dislike, disfavor and detest violence, cruelty and hostility, especially among family members. Logan knows that I would never tolerate such barbarous behavior under my roof.
"Son, I'm sorry for punching in the eye. I intend to hit your mouth so I guess I'm also sorry for not hitting yo
