Torn from You (Tear Asunder #1)

Torn from You (Tear Asunder #1) Page 38

He stopped. “You still on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Thank fuck.”

His hands leaving me drained my body of heat even though the water was still driving down on us. My eyes flew open.

“Logan?” I was breathing hard, and I reached for him unable to stop myself. I needed him, screw sensible. I didn’t know how to be sensible around him. He knocked sensible right out of the universe.

“Don’t move.”

I gasped. It was that voice. That deep, resounding voice he used when I was forced to call him Master.

My body lurched with desire, and I stopped breathing as I stared at him watching me. This man controlled everything about me.

“Please,” I begged.

“Part your legs.”

I did.

“Wider.”

I did, my chest rising and falling as my eyes never left his. He moved in, then his hand cupped me, and I moaned at the touch.

“Shh, Emily. No sounds.”

“Logan.” It was me still begging. His hand moved away, and I cried out grabbing for his hand to put it back. But he stopped me with one look, and my hands dropped to my sides, and I knew exactly what he was doing to me. He’d make me wait. He’d fill my body with such need that I’d do anything for him so he’d end my blissful torture.

“No touching.” The orders were familiar, but this time I knew the intent of the man who said them. Logan loved me, and damn it, he knew this is what I needed. He’d known all along, and he was showing me that no matter what he’d done to me for those two weeks, I desired this. I wanted this and still did.

He never forced me. He gave me what I wanted, yet I tried to deny.

I nearly broke when his fingers glided down between my breasts to my bellybutton then lower until he was slipping back and forth through my folds. My eyes closed, legs shook, and I held my breath as he tortured me. The pads of his two fingers scissored on either side of my clit, just touching then backing off again. I was about to break when his fingers drove inside me, and my head fell back hard against the tiled wall. When I moaned, he withdrew, and I nearly screamed at him, but knew that I got nothing doing that, so I looked at him and swallowed, waiting.

“Good girl.” He smiled, and his fingers circled my clit, slow and soft until I was panting, the urgency building in me so intense. I was desperate to come.

But Logan didn’t let me as he pulled back and bent his head to suckle my nipples, first one and then the other. His hands gripped my hips while he relentlessly pulled on the sensitive nipple with his teeth until he saw my body tense and arch against him in pain. Then he let go and circled the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“Turn around.”

The moment I had my cheek up against the tiles, he took my hands and placed them above my head spread eagle. His hands curled around my wrists and locked them there.

I pushed back into him and felt his cock twitch as it touched my ass. He groaned, and his mouth delved into the crook of my neck. “I need my cock inside you. I need to fuck you so hard I’m afraid I’ll break you.”

In response, I wiggled against him, and he let go of my wrist to slide down my chest to between my legs where he began his assault, bringing me so close yet stopping again and again until I almost cried.

“Logan. Now. Please. Please.”

“Bend over.” He took a step back so I could.

He groaned, and then his fingers wove into my hair and pulled back so he could reach my mouth. His kiss was fierce as he pushed inside me so deep it was almost painful. He filled me, the swell of him stretching my insides as he began to move in and out. His arm locked around my waist, my hands pressed up against the wall, his mouth at my ear, hearing his rough, harsh breathing as he went faster.

“Baby.” He drove harder, and I pushed back against him. “I can’t ... I can’t stop.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He pushed again and again, pumping into me, water pounding onto our backs and shoulders. The water may be running cold by now, but I didn’t care, because I couldn’t feel it. All I could feel were Logan’s teeth biting my shoulder and mine biting my lip.

When his hand came between my legs and touched my clit, I screamed and went over the edge, long jolts ricocheting through me as he relentlessly pounded until his entire body tightened, and he shoved hard one last time.

Twitches flickered through my body as he leaned into me, hands covering mine against the wet tiles. His fingers curled until our fingers were knit together then I felt the jerk of his cock before he pulled out.

“Jesus,” Logan whispered close to my ear. He brought our arms down then locked his around me. He kissed the side of my neck. “I’d have never fucked you if you didn’t want it. Never. When we were together ... Eme, that was just me and you. No one else. I was scared there too, and I needed you.” He stepped out of the shower and snagged a towel. “Come here.”

I turned off the taps and came to him. He dried my body, slow and gentle, taking his time. It was erotic the way his hands ran over my skin in a rhythmic stroke with the softness of the towel.

“You good?”

I nodded. I’d just been given an orgasm to kill all orgasms. Yeah, I was good.

He nodded once then grabbed a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

I stood staring at myself in the mirror, my skin pink from the water and Logan’s hands. I could see his teeth marks in my left shoulder and another red mark further up, below my ear. I ran my finger across it then down to my shoulder where he left his mark on me, and then I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself. I still felt him all over me, inside of me like he was swimming through my veins.

I loved him. This man that had broken me, and at the same time saved me. We were both broken in a way. I realized that he was more than me. We were unable to be repaired. But maybe that was why we were so good together.

Logan

He heard the door to the bathroom open and his cock sprang to attention before she even appeared. Fuck. It was like the flood gates of the Hoover Dam had been broken. He wanted to have her again so bad; it was excruciating. Nothing, not even the months of torture he’d endured had hurt more than being denied Emily.

Logan lay on his back, one arm crooked above his head as he watched her walk out of the bathroom wearing his white button-down shirt that barely covered her ass. She looked like a timid angel; she was nervous, her steps hesitant and pausing near the bed. He made no secret of his appreciation and took in every inch of her. She flushed under his intense gaze; and it was sweet, and his cock was already swelling, needing her again.

He thought he’d lost this woman. He thought he’d die in that shitty cold cellar. Raul had done a number on him, gutted Dave right in front of him, and that was only the beginning. Being a fighter didn’t help against chains that held his muscles stretched past their limit. He could remember hearing the click of the door, the inevitable slow stride of Raul as he walked through the darkness until father stood in front of his son. Then Raul asked the same question he asked every single day for months. “Where are they?”

And Logan gave his same answer. “Fuck you.” He’d suffer a thousand years before he’d give up Emily or his mother’s location. Deck had relocated his mother, and Emily was safe at the farm with Deck and his men making certain nothing touched her.

Yeah, he was screwed up after Deck got him out of there, took three months to physically recover and then another few to get his head on straight. He grew up with fucked up shit; he knew how to cope, block shit out. That didn’t mean he didn’t have trouble dealing; it meant he found an outlet—his music.

“Logan?” Her soft voice was a whisper of sweetness, and he shoved the memory into the locked, black box of his mind.

“Baby, come here.” She almost looked fragile, the shielded look in her eyes was gone. He’d fucked it right out of her. It was about goddamn time too.

She knelt on the bed, and the shirt moved up to reveal her inner thigh. He groaned as his cock twitched again. This is what she did to him. He was putty in her hands, and the fucked up thing was she thought he was the one in control.

When she started to crawl up from the end of the bed toward him like a cat, he nearly blew his load. Every muscle tensed, and he was panting like a female dog in heat. She wasn’t trying to be sexy; it was just the way she moved that sent his libido through the sky right into Pluto.

He couldn’t take watching her anymore and grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up against him. “If you’re not sore, I’m fucking you again.”

Heat flashed in her eyes, and he wanted to bow to the Gods for giving him this woman. A water droplet slipped down a strand of her hair, and he caught it between his fingers before it dropped onto her shirt. He slipped his finger into his mouth and tasted the scent of her shampoo, coconut papaya with a hint of vanilla.

He rolled her over onto her back then came on top of her, grabbing her hands so they were above their heads. “Hold the rails.”

His cock was at full attention and hardened further when he saw her submit to his command. She was so submissive, and she didn’t even know it. Damn, she was made for him. Screw the shit that went down. Screw everything; this woman had him locked to her, and he’d suffer a million Raul’s in order to be right where he was now.

“Logan.”

And that right there, her soft begging of his name could undo any man. He grit his teeth to keep from plunging into her and not stopping until he came. Instead, he hardened his jaw and gave her what she wanted and needed.

“Use one hand. Play with your breasts.” He waited, watching to see what she’d do, and slowly, she obeyed, caressing the swells, her fingers circling her nipples. “Pinch them.” Her mouth fell open, hesitant at first, but she did it. And it was beautiful. Her back arched, and she gasped as her fingers tightened on the perky red peaks. Damn.

“Harder.” He saw the reluctance again. She needed this just as much as he did. “Harder, Emily.”

When her fingers squeezed her nipples this time, he saw her wince, and every one of her muscles lying beneath him tightened. Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect. He pushed her hand aside then leaned down and grabbed her nipple between his teeth and pulled until he heard her suck in air. Then, he swirled his tongue soft and sweet around the nub, soothing the pain.

“Open your legs, baby.” There was no hesitation at that, and he smiled as he reached between them and felt her soaking wet already—or still. Whichever, it didn’t matter. Her pelvis tilted toward him, and he shook his head. “No. Wait.” He wanted to laugh when he saw her frustration, the adorable flash of defiance in her eyes and then the deep breath and her resolve to obey.

He slipped his finger inside her and groaned. So tight. No wonder his cock wanted her so bad.

He curled his finger inside her while his thumb played with her clit, circling, stroking, changing between hard and soft pressure, never letting her body know what he was doing next. He watched her face, the play of emotions telling him when she was getting too close and he needed to back off.

“I can’t take it. Stop torturing me.”