Page 38 of Three Hearts Hideaway

A deep chuckle left Logan’s throat. It sounded dangerous coming from him, normally so humourless.

He tugged her hair at the roots and angled her head so she had no choice but to look him in the eye. “Sweetheart, what did he say about me taking you out today?”

Gathering her thoughts, she managed to squeak out, “He won’t get in the way of anything.”

Logan bent down and put his face so close to hers, their noses touched. His warm breath cascaded across her skin, the scent of leather filled her senses. “This was Roman’s idea.”

Now that she was actually with Logan, his breath in her ear, his words hit her like a freight train. Roman was okay with this. Logan seemed okay with this. They had talked about this happening.

Ava’s racing thoughts were ceased by Logan’s fingers tracing along the inside of her thigh, stopping right below the hem of her skirt. Suddenly, she couldn’t remember what she’d been thinking about. She only cared about the fingertips caressing her delicate skin, making her pussy clench, making her wet.

“I know you want this,” he whispered, his hand ghosting further up her thigh. “We can figure out the rest later.”

She definitely wanted it. The heat between them was real. She sensed it from day one, but it seemed like annoyance on his end. Loathing even.

“I need you so bad, sweetheart, it’s driving me insane. But this is your choice. I’ll stop right now if you say the word.”

The words left her lips before she could overthink her decision. “Don’t stop.”

His mouth crashed against hers, igniting her desire. The hand that was skimming her thigh moved higher, cupping her pussy roughly. She let out a quiet moan. This was crossing a line. It had to be.

“You need to get out of your head, Ava,” Logan said in her ear. “Let me help.”

Strong hands grasped her hips and lifted her against his body. Logan stalked confidently to one of the wooden dining tables and placed her in front of it. Spinning her around, he set his palm on her back and forcefully pushed her chest down onto the table. He used his leg to kick apart her feet so she was spread in front of him, skirt riding up her back.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and use you how I want. I’m going to make you a slut for my cock. Does that sound good to you?”

She nodded her head against the table. The unmistakable sound of a belt being undone came from behind her, followed by the rustle of his jeans.

“I’m going to need to hear it from your mouth, Ava. Say it so I can hear it.”

She inhaled deeply and let herself say the words. “I want that. I want you to use me.”

“So desperate for me.” He clicked his tongue. “Hands on the table.”

She obeyed and Logan dug his fingers into her hair, grasping it close to the scalp. He pulled back firmly, jerking her head off the table. With his other hand, he wrenched her thong down her thighs and left it stretched between her knees.

“Fuck, Ava. Red as sin. Did you wear that for me?”

“Yes,” she answered, and an agonizing moan left Logan’s lips. “I figured since you liked my pink one so much, I’d wear this for you today. Even if you never got to see it.”

He leaned in closer, and the familiar rip of a condom wrapper was followed by a puff of air leaving Logan’s lips, which sent the top of the wrapper floating down on the table.

“No,” she said. “We don’t need it.”

He notched his cock at her entrance, and her legs began to tremble. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” She wanted to turn around and see him. See the expression on his face, see how he looked at her in this moment. But his grip on her hair was tight and punishing. Logan was in control.

“Normally, I’d want to take my time with you. Make you squirm until you beg for me to fuck your needy cunt.”

He pressed into her, and she tried to stifle her gasp. Her pussy desperately tried to stretch to accommodate the sudden intrusion of him.

Logan let out a groan. If she wasn’t already dripping for him, that would’ve done it. She loved a vocal man in the bedroom. Or in this case, the dining room.

“But you’ve been teasing me all week,” he crooned in her ear. “So I’m gonna fuck you like the tease you are.”

He pulled out and drove back into her, pumping at a demanding pace. One hand on her hip, the other gripped tight to her hair. It forced her to arch her back, creating the perfect angle for him to hit that spot inside that made her lose control.

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