It’s not a lie. He hasn’t touched me in two years.
“Really?” Logan lets out yet another shuddering sigh, and this one sounds like pure relief. “I would have expected, him being your husband and all…” He coughs. “But don’t tell me he neverdid. You’re not the Virgin Mary, are you?”
He snorts at his own joke, and I clench my jaw to keep the memory far away.If you knew what had happened… you wouldn’t be holding me in your lap like this. You wouldn’t touchme ever again.
“We haven’t done anything in a very long time,” I manage at last.
“That means I hurt you.” His voice is tight with guilt, and I’m reminded of what he’d told me before.I may murder women, but I don’t violate them. “I guess I thought,” he adds, letting out a dark, bitter laugh, “since you’ve been sleeping around since you were fifteen—what was that you’d said? Slept with half of Oakley?”
“It was a lie,” I say quickly. “I was trying to hurt you. I hadn’t been with anyone back then. I’m sorry, Logan.”
He looks so relieved that I can’t bear to meet his eye. His reaction only seems to confirm my fear.
“Okay,” he murmurs. “I was worried, when I heard about the blood on the mattress… but I guess you wouldn’t have married him, if he’d hurt you…”
I keep my eyes resolutely turned from him, my chest strangling with pain.If you only knew, Logan. If you only knew.
But he misunderstands my reaction, and takes my hands in his. “Would you like me to try again? I’ll be gentle this time.”
I shake my head, and he stiffens.
“Right. Well, I guess I’ll get you your bagel then, and—”
“No,” I cut in. “Iwantyou to be rough. Iwantyou to hurt me.”
He stares at me for a moment, guilt giving way to confusion, which in turn gives way to… pure lust.
Then he growls, “Get on the bed, Lia. On your hands and knees. Get on your fucking hands and knees.”
15
Lia
In spite of my request, he’s anything but rough at first as he drags his fingers over my back and to my hips, then guides me over him, so that he’s lying down and my pussy is hovering over his face, my own head level with his crotch.
I’m glad I’m turned away from him, because my face is splotchy red with embarrassment. I’ve never been more aware of how naked I am, especially given how clothedheis.
“Relax,” he murmurs, and then licks a stripe up my slit that has my entire body clenching again.
Only this time, it’s not from anything but pleasure as electricity zaps through my body, igniting my very core.
Another long lick has me reeling, and then he buries his face in my pussy.
“Oh my god… oh my god… Logan!”
“What is it?” he teases, his voice making my folds vibrate. “Never been eaten out before?”
“I… uhm… no.”
“Oh.” He sounds mildly surprised for a moment, but then, thankfully, he goes back to laving at my folds, before finding my clit.
I practically fall on him when he takes it in his mouth,rolling it between his teeth, sending a mix of pain and pleasure sparking up to my stomach.
“Logan… oh, fuck…”
His stiffness is pressed against my face, and as he continues to torture my clit, I unzip his pants, and find his cock.
“Lia…” he groans.