“Fuck me, Logan!” I screamed up at him.
He smiled and cocked his ear. “What?”
“Fuck me, Logan Martelli!” I screamed so loudly that I swore the neighbors could hear me.
“Okay.” He lowered himself onto me. He lifted my legs and pulled them over his shoulder and then entered me again. Sliding into me slowly this time, I groaned as every fiber of my being clung to him.
“Keep your eyes open,” he commanded, and I stared up at him as his hardness pleasured me to my very core. He increased his pace, and before I knew it, he was slamming into me with no control, I could feel his balls slapping onto me as he took me without abandon. He held onto my legs and I felt his body shuddering as he came close to climaxing. I could see the sweat rolling down his chest and I wanted to lick it off of him.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” His voice was hoarse as he pulled out. I felt the warmth of his climax on my lower belly.
“You didn’t have to pull out, I told you already I’m on the pill,” I moaned as he collapsed next to me on the bed.
“Shhh.” He looked at me unseeing and took a deep breath. I felt his fingers in my hair and he combed through it softly. “You’ve got beautiful hair.”
“Thank you,” I said softly and curled into him.
“You’re a fool, Maddie Wright,” he whispered, and I wondered how he had read my mind.
“You’re a fool too, Logan Martelli,” I whispered into his chest, but he was silent. We lay there for a few minutes, and I felt him shift beside me. He rolled me over onto my back again and lifted my arms above my head. His grip was tight on my arms as he straddled me. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I looked up at him in confusion. He was no longer smiling and I stared up at him, with my heart thudding in fear. What was going on?
“Tell me why Joey sent you to track me down.” He looked down at me with hard eyes. “Tell me why he sent you to fuck me. What does he want from me? And what does he have on you, to turn you into some sort of slut?”
I stared up at him in wide eyes, unsure of what to say. I’d never seen anyone so calm and controlled with such murderous eyes before. I swallowed hard and as I gazed up at him. I had no idea what I was going to say. There was no way I could tell him the truth.
Chapter 5
Logan
I stared down at Maddie’s face furiously. Just when I had been willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, she had mentioned Joey. I felt murderous inside when she mentioned his name. Joey Kennedy was a snake, and as far as I was concerned, so was anyone who had dealings with him. I laughed bitterly as I stared down into Maddie’s wide eyes. To think, I had almost felt guilty that I was going to fuck her in her father’s bedroom as some sort of perverse revenge. For all I knew, she wanted this to happen. For all I knew, she had cameras taping the whole thing.
“Tell me what Joey wanted you to do,” I growled down at her, trying to ignore the feelings of lust that filled me as I stared down at her body. Her eyes looked up at me unsure, and their purple hues called out to me like the siren that she was. I should have known not to trust her. She was too confident and too vulnerable, all at the same time. She was evil, just like her father. She wanted something from me, and I needed to find out what. “What’s the game plan, Maddie?” I felt her try to move her arms and I laughed down at her. “You can’t move. Trust me on that.”
“I don’t understand what you want me to say, Logan.” She bit her lower lip, and I saw the worry in her eyes. And there was something else there, apprehension, and fear. There was a real fear in her eyes, and as I realized that I was the one who had put it there, I let go of her and moved away, jumping off the bed. I didn’t mess around with women, and I didn’t harm them. I had never harmed a woman, and I wouldn’t start now. I reached down and grabbed my boxer shorts and pulled them on quickly.
“What’s going on?” She sat up, confused. “Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving. I never should have come here.” I shook my head. “It was a mistake.”
“You’re really confusing me, Logan. Why did you come here?” She stood up and I stared at her breasts, forcing myself to keep my hands to myself.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head and looked away from her. If I couldn’t stop staring at her, I was going to bend her over the bed and fuck her again. But only after she begged me. I grinned to myself, there was something about hearing a woman beg me to fuck her that turned me on.
“You mentioned my dad.” She frowned. “Do you know my dad?” She looked at me carefully. “Are you mad at me because of my dad?” She licked her delicious, juicy lips, and I stood still. “You got mad after I mentioned my dad was the mayor. And you said you wanted to speak to him when you got here.” She paused. “And you wanted to sleep with me in this room.”
I stared at her, unspeaking. To be honest, I was surprised it had taken her this long to connect the dots.
“And you said, ‘What would your dad say if he saw us fucking on his bed?’”
“I don’t believe I ever used those exact words.” I smiled at her and she glared at me.
“What sort of sick fuck are you, Logan Martelli?” She shuddered and grabbed her shorts and top and pulled them on.
“You didn’t have any problems with me earlier.”
“I didn’t realize you were sick in the head.” She shook her head. “I just thought you were misunderstood.”
“Misunderstood?” I burst out laughing. “You thought I was misunderstood?”
“I thought that maybe you weren’t as bad as everyone said.” She frowned and shook her head violently. “I’m a fool.”
“Did you think you were the good girl who was going to fix the misunderstood bad boy?” I took her in and realized I was right. “So what did Joey have to do with it?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” she screamed at me, and I stepped back in surprise. “Do you think everyone is after you? You’re the big, bad wolf and everyone is tracking you down, is that it? My dad, Joey, me, fuck, everyone in River Valley is obsessed with you?”
“I never said your dad was after me.” I walked over to her, and she pulled away from me, her eyes shooting darts at me.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Really?” I cocked my head and moved closer to her but stopped before our bodies were touching.
“Really.” Her body trembled as she stared at me defiantly. “You’re a fucking psycho.”
“I’m the psycho?” I laughed at her. “Is that a joke?”
“I thought you were leaving.” She lifted her chin up at me.
“I changed my mind.”
“Don’t stay on my behalf.”
“I feel like seconds.” I dropped my eyes to her breasts and back up to her eyes slowly. “Only this time I want you on top.”
“You wish.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.
“I think you wish.” I stepped closer and pulled her towards me hungrily as I lowered my lips to hers softly, kissing her tenderly. Her lips were unmoving at first, but then I felt her hands in my hair, and I groaned and ran my hands up and down her back. I was mesmerized by this girl, this girl I wanted to hate. But she had flipped the switch on me, and I had been so scared that she was going to tell me to leave and never come back. I made to push her back on the bed and she shook her head.
“Not in here.” She stared into my eyes, and I nodded. She held my hand and guided me back to her bedroom. I felt my pocket vibrating and I reached in and grabbed my phone. Vincent’s name was flashing up at me and I felt a pang of guilt.
“I have to go.” I stopped at her doorway. “I have to get my brother’s car back.”
“Your brother’s car?” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief. “The Toyota is your brother’s car now?”
“No, smartass.” I smiled at her, trying not to laugh while loving how she made me feel light. “My brother Vincent has a Mustang, that he bought.” I added in and she grinned back at me. “And I think he’s pissed that I have it.”
“You’re telling me that a Martelli brother is pissed that his car has been borrowed?”
“Sshhhh.” I laughed. “Ironic, I know.”
“Will I see you again?” Her voice was unsure. I sighed. She looked so lovely standing there in front of me. I took in her long, dark hair, slightly swollen lips, and the curve of her breasts, and I felt a stirring of something that wasn’t lust fill me.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Because you hate my father?” She looked up at me unhappily.
“Yeah.” I stared at her. “I do hate your father. And let’s be real, he’s not going to be delighted to find out you’re dating me.”
“Why do you hate him?” Her voice was soft. “He’s a good man.”
“Let’s just agree to disagree about that.” I shook my head and looked around me. I looked up and saw that she was staring at the scar on my body, and I could see the question in her eyes. “You can thank your father for this scar.”