Virgin Bride(84)

But I can feel my grip slowly slipping away. I can feel it still struggling with my internal demons when I hear footsteps in the hall outside of my cell. The door unlocks and opens. My heart starts hammering in my chest, excitement pouring through me. Logan hasn’t ever come to me in the middle of the day like this.

He steps into the room carrying a tray. “Lunch,” he says.

I smile at him. “I earned lunch now?”

He smirks at me. “I told you, if you obey, your life will be much better.” He hands me the tray and I pick at it absently.

“What happens once I start to obey?” I ask him.

“Then you’re mine.”

“But after that.” I cock my head at him. “I’m not going to be here forever, am I?”

“No,” he says. “You won’t be here forever. I promise that.”

“Where will I go?”

“Somewhere far away.”

“But will I be free? Or will it only get ...worse?”

He watches me silently for a second and I can see something on his face. Instead of answering, he walks over to me and sits at the other end of the cot.

“When I was young, I had to make a choice,” he says. I listen to him, fascinated. “I had to choose between being weak and being strong. I had lost everything, and I was going to be thrown into a whole new world. My mother just died, and she was the only good thing in my life at that time. I thought that my life was over.”

“Was it?” I ask softly.

“No,” he says. “It wasn’t. I chose to be strong and I made the right decisions. I survived that dark time in my life. I survived my father until he died years later.” He pauses and moves closer to me. “Just like you’ll survive this. Now, eat.”

I watch him for a second, not sure what to make of that speech. He stands and moves back to his normal spot against the wall as I go back to eating, absorbing what he said.

When I finish, I look up at him. He’s watching me silently and smiles when we lock eyes.

“Three meals a day,” he says. “You want that, right?”

I nod my head.

“Good,” he says. “You know what you have to do. What I asked you do to earlier.”

I stare at him for a second then shake my head. “No. I can’t do it.”

“You can.” He steps toward me, a wicked grin on his face. “I heard you, Riley. After I left.”

I take a sharp breath and can feel an embarrassed flush come over my skin. “What did you hear?” I ask him.

“I heard your moans,” he says. “I heard you touching yourself.” He crouches down in front of me and reaches out, taking my hair in his fist. He’s so close to me, so damn close, but I don’t pull away. My heart is hammering so fast in my chest I feel like I might scream.

“I heard you say my name,” he whispers.

A thrill runs through my body. I can feel a soft pool of excitement between my legs and I want to look away, but he doesn’t let me.

“You can do this for me, Riley,” he says softly. “Because you want to do it. Give yourself to me.” He releases my hair and stands. “Get up,” he orders.

Like it’s a dream, I obey. I stand up in front of him.

“Strip,” he says simply.

I pause, caught between two worlds. I can keep resisting and pretending like I don’t want this, or I can embrace Logan and all his comforts and pleasure.

Slowly, I pull my top off. He watches me with that same intense gaze that drives me absolutely crazy. I take off my pants and the panties he gave me, before finally removing my bra.

I stand in front of him, completely nude. He eyes my body and gently takes my arms, moving them away from my breasts. I’m so embarrassed but also excited as my heart pounds. My nipples are hard as hell and I want this, I want it so badly.

“On the bed,” he orders me, releasing my arms.

I climb back onto the cot, propping myself up with the pillows. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed, and I can see the bulge in his pants where his cock strains against the fabric.

“Spread your legs,” he says. “Let me see that wet pussy.”

I bite my lip and obey. I open my legs for him. I feel so exposed, so incredibly exposed, and it sends waves of excitement through me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Fuck, Riley. You’re gorgeous. God, your body is perfect. Your pussy is perfect.” His eyes lock onto mine. “Touch yourself.”

Slowly I move my hands down to my wet, slick pussy. I let out a soft moan as I find my clit and gently begin to rub it in soft circles.

“That’s right. Think about what I could make you feel, Riley. I drive you crazy with just my voice, but imagine my hands, my mouth. Go ahead, put two fingers deep inside of you. They’re not as big as my cock, but they feel good, don’t they?”