Kylie's POV.
Logan's touch was calculated, precise, and intimate. He caressed my private parts, enough to arouse me, but never crossed a line into the wild or disrespectful territory. Each touch felt like an assertion of dominance, a silent message that my body now belonged to him. I felt a wave of discomfort every time his fingers explored a new area, but he never pushed too far. He was reading my reactions, gauging my likes and dislikes with an unsettling accuracy.
After a while, Logan seemed to understand that my flirtations were just a survival tactic.
He broke the silence with a slight laugh.
“Do you have any more weapons hidden on you, Anne?" he asked jokingly, his tone light.
I felt a surge of anger at his mockery. “Why is he making fun of me?" I thought, turning my face away
