Page 37 of The Vampire's Storm

So that she couldn’t reach it.

Not hard given he was nearly a foot taller than her.

“Yes.” She gulped, staring up at it.

But it wasn’t the key she had a heightened awareness of. It was the solid wall of ripped muscular chest she was up against.

And the fact the Logan had one arm around her lower waist.

And...how extremely glorious it felt.

His huge masculinity was intoxicating, and as terrified as she was, her body wanted him to do some really terrible things to it.

“You can let me go,” she finally squeaked out.

Dark, hungry eyes stared down at her.

Then Logan licked his lips.

Brooklyn felt herself begin shudder, the automatic reaction betraying how she felt. Biologically, she knew why.

So did her predator.

“Scared, little mouse?” Logan purred, his mouth descending closer as he pulled her harder against his chest.

“Please let me go.”

“I will let you go when I have finished playing.”

She was a toy to him and the worse part of it was she wished he’d play in a different way. But Logan had made it clear.

I don’t fuck humans.

Yet she could feel his hardness, and he looked as thrilled about it as she was with her own reaction.

Could he scent her wet panties?

“I’ll scream,” she threatened, hoping that would be enough to deter him.

“I hope you do.” Logan’s smile widened.

“Why?” she asked.

“Why what?” Logan asked, his smile disappearing. “Why do I want you to scream?”

Brooklyn nodded. “Yes. Does it turn you on?”

Immediately, his arms dropped away, and she had to steady herself with a hand on his abdomen to stop from falling over.

Logan grabbed her wrist hard and removed it as he glared at her angrily.

Ouch.

“Do not even joke about such a revolting possibility, human,” he ground out, hate lacing his words.

“You’re hurting me.” She winced.

“You have no idea the pain I could inflict on you. If I was allowed.”

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