Before I walked into his office I had a plan in mind. Take my phone back. Sign the contract. Get the fuck out. It was that straightforward. But he crushed all of that and I only have myself to blame. I invited myself into his den and I agreed to his terms.
I might've just made him bend to my will but I knew it was all momentary. There's no way a man like him would ever give in to anyone and right now as he's inching towards me I know for sure he is coming to stake his claim.
My phone sparks to life in my hand but I can't tear my gaze away from him and the monster of his cock, still erect and ready for round two. How is this even possible?
And I thought giving him a blowjob would buy me few hours of peace. Heck. I even believed doing that would somehow make me a winner in this stupid game we're playing. With every step he takes towards me, I take two back and it's not long until I find myself trapped between the window and him.
"I really have to go" I frown at how all the confidence from before just disappears out of me.
"Answer my question first. Why were you touching yourself? Did giving me a blowjob turn you on?" He has a knowing smile and with every passing second that I don't reply he's gaining the upper hand.
"You wish, now can you let me go?" The word 'please' almost makes it to the tip of my tongue and I want to kick myself for it. The only reason why I touched myself was to throw him off guard, make him unravel. Did it really end up turning me on? Hell yes. But I'm not about to admit that. The man does not need anything more to boost up his arrogance.
"So you're telling me you're not wet for me right now?" His gaze dips down to my chest and I feel the pulse of arousal thundering between my legs. My breath quickens as his hands cave me in between his almost naked body.
"Say the words and I'll give you what you need"
What I need? What do I really need?
"Fuck you" I seethe.
"I guess that works too" He laughs as he leans down and crushes his whole body against me. This is the first time I actually witnessed him laugh and it entranced me to the point where I didn't even notice him zooming in. His lips find mine and to my surprise I kiss him back ferociously, like he's what I've needed since the minute he took me away. With our bodies glued together, he presses me further up against the window, quickly unzipping my dress.
A moan escapes my lips as I feel his very hard erection against my stomach. My hands roam all over his shirtless body, my brain giving into the desire an inch at a time.
"You want me just as bad yet you keep resisting" His mouth leaves mine and travel down the side of my neck, leaving tender kisses behind, which is an odd thing to do for someone like him.
"As long as I remember it was you that kept turning me down" I manage to say in between my moans.
"Sweetheart, if I wanted to take you while you were under the influence of drugs, I would've but I'm not that kind of a man. I prefer my women to be in their senses while I fuck them" His voice is raspy and if I weren't under a sexual haze I'd have pushed him off of me.
"How many of these women have been there?" I interject but he seems to not care as he effortlessly lifts me, my attention quickly shifting to the fact that there's no ground beneath my feet. Logan takes a seat on the couch and places me on his lap, pulling back he watches me with amused eyes, that gives me time to go back to our conversation.
"You didn't answer my question" There's silence for a minute before he speaks, "You don't have to worry about that, they're all in the past. I have you now" My heart did a quick somersault at that but there was still a small part of me that needed convincing.
"Was she ever one of your women?" I persist and he knew exactly who I am talking about.
"Enough talking" He hushes me quiet with a finger to my lips. His other hand yanks my dress down so it's bunched up at my waist as I straddle him.
"You look beautiful" He whispers, eyeing my exposed body. His finger trails down my lips and over the band of my strapless bra, then both his hands lay flat on my ass as he pulls me towards him. The leather couch squeaks against my bare knees as a gasp escapes my mouth, my hands automatically land on his shoulder.
We stare into each other's eyes for what feels like forever and then it's me that moves in to kiss him. My brain loses all sense of right and wrong as my fingers lace with his hair, pulling him closer. His one hand comes up to cup my face while the other stays on my hip firmly, making sure I don't have a shot at running away.
If my brain were to function normally I'd have taken that option but right now there's no way I wanted to stop. A spark of courage comes crashing down my spine and I move my hips, earning a groan from the man under me. Just the sound of him caused pleasure to surge through me and I move my hips again, grinding against his manhood. Logan leaves my lips and buries his face in the crook of my neck, "Keep doing that and I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you right here, right now" He whispers in my ear.
"Who says I want you to stop?" I reply coyly and he grabs hold of my waist, flipping our position so that I'm lying on the couch and he's hovering above me. He attacks my neck the very next second, kissing, sucking and licking on every inch of skin he could get access to and I was fucking enjoying it.
All that is short lived though, my body goes still as I hear a knock and I wonder if it's his employee who had been guarding his office. My thoughts immediately run to Logan fucking her and the possessive part of me didn't like one bit of it. At least after this contract, I know for sure he won't be sleeping with her behind my back.
"I think that's your mistress" I grunt, hoping he can read my anger.
"She's not my mistress" Comes his swift reply.
"Fuck off" Logan growls against my skin, his body rumbling with anger too, as more knocks come our way.
I stay rigid in my spot as a moment passes and a voice comes through the door, "It's your mother"
"Shit" The man in front of me pulls back, already trying to dress me up. I sit up so quickly that I almost invite a thunderstorm in my head. I'm still in a daze as I smother my hair down and pray to God I look presentable. Although I shouldn't really be caring about how his mother took me in. Which brings me to the question, "I didn't know you had a mother?"
Logan does not bother looking at me as he walks towards his desk, zipping up his pants. "Of course, I do. Why would you think otherwise?" He replies.
"Because she doesn't live with you or the fact that you never mentioned her" I'm cut short as the door swings open and a woman walks in followed by the one who apparently sucks at manning the door.
"Mom, you didn't tell me you were coming" Logan moves across the room to greet his mother.
"And you didn't tell me you got married" The tone in her voice clearly indicated she's upset with him. Her gaze takes notice of the blood on the floor which I, a person who hates blood, was too distracted to care about. Because you were jealous and in a dick haze!
Then her golden eyes land on me, scrutinizing me in every way possible. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Right, this is Elle" I walk closer to the mother and son involuntarily.
"Nice to meet you" I only wish my smile didn't look as awkward as how I'm feeling right now. I've never been a very social person, I don't like interactions and that's why I stuck to music.
"Honey, that's not good enough. You have to give me a hug at least, after all you managed to make this boy tie the knot" I blink at the woman, if you thought my smile was awkward before you should've seen me hugging her. I'd almost feel Logan cringing behind me.
"Did father tell you?"
"Do you really think he cares about all this? Elon told me. Now can you explain to me how have I never met her before this?" She inquires, my heart pounds in my chest as I wonder what he's going to tell her.
"I kind of wanted to keep her for myself, but there was just way too much competition so I decided to make her mine" His eyes never leave me as he responds but his face reflects no emotion. I observe how he's no longer the man that was kissing me with everything he had like five minutes ago, no, that guy is long gone. Right now he's Logan McKenzie, cold-hearted and crude.
"And you thought you could just marry and not tell me?" That hurtful tone in her voice is back and I watch as Logan rolls his eyes.
"Mom, it hasn't even been 24 hours since we got married" He says, exasperated.
"What about your parents? Do they know about this?" My body freezes and I turn to Logan, not knowing how I'm supposed to reply to her. Am I to tell the truth?
"Why don't we discuss this later? I have some work to get done" Logan brushes off the topic and I'm grateful to him because I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to be doing here.
I need a plan and most importantly I need to call Vic. "Alright, so you both are coming home for dinner, I don't care about what anyone else says but we have to celebrate" She claps her hands together in glee. And I just don't know how this woman fits into this family, none of the McKenzie men look like they're even slightly related to her.
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A/N :
Talk about wrong timing!
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