Page 12 of Redeeming Logan

Her pussy swollen from the rough abuse, folds glistening from blood and come. Leaning down, I dive in like a starved man. Lapping up the remaining piece of her innocence and swallowing it down. Taliah starts to stir beneath me, and I grip her thighs, holding her in place. Looking up at her face, while I suction my lips to her sensitive clit I suck and hum, and that extra stimulation makes her eyes fly wide open. She grips the sheets beneath her, not yet realizing what’s happening. Nipping at her clit as I stuff her pussy full of my tongue, she finally peers down at me with heavy lids, and a whimper trembles from her lips.

“L-logan, w-what are you d-doing?” She stutters, her eyes rolling back into her head with pleasure. I don’t answer, because I know it’s not necessary. Letting go of one of her thighs, I slide two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. Her breath increasing in tempo as she rides through the pleasure I’m forcing upon her. My other hand presses against her lower abdomen as I suck her clit into my mouth, and brutally thrust my fingers into her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her. Her thighs quake around my head, as she lets out a piercing scream, and warm liquid sprays from her pussy landing on my waiting tongue. I lap up everything she’s giving me, like I’m a greedy little whore myself. Gently bringing her down from her intense orgasm until she’s breathing somewhat regularly.

Moving up her beautiful sated body, I claim her mouth in a possessive kiss, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth so she can taste herself. She kisses me back with just as much passion, and a once cold part of me starts to thaw. Giving her one last peck, I lean away and make my way back to the bathroom. Grabbing a wet washcloth along with the first aid kit. Taking up the spot next to her on the bed, I get to work with cleaning her abused pussy first, before wiping down the cuts littering her body. As I’m placing the gauze and tape on some of the deeper cuts, I notice the light snores that Taliah lets out. A smile spreads across my face at how exhausted she is. Once I’m satisfied with my work, I cover her with a blanket from her window seat and head back into the bathroom to clean myself up.

It’s well past midnight and Taliah is still fast asleep in bed. I left her for a few hours to get some work done, and she was still sound asleep when I returned. Sitting on her window sill and watching her sleep has given me some time to reflect on my past. The feelings and memories floating through my mind are a real mood killer. When I first saw Taliah sitting in that office I thought she was going to be exactly like one of the women who end up in my chair. She definitely was, but not in the sense thatI had expected. She’s thrown me a curveball, and I have no idea how to act. Shannon and Vanessa were so different from Taliah. Where they were reluctant and hateful at first, she was unsure and timid. I had to force myself on them for them to give me the time of day, but Taliah? It’s like shewantsto be around me. Almost like shecravesmy touch as much as I crave hers.

The darkness festering inside of Taliah calls to my own like a moth to a flame. I feel so out of control when I’m around her, but she welcomes my depravity with open arms. The images of her laying naked on her bed, clutching that razor in her hand, flash through my mind. When she wears her darkness, it’s absolutely stunning. When I watched her make that first cut, unsure yet determined, my breath caught in my throat. I tried to ignore her on the big screen, but the more blood she spilled with every slice was hypnotizing. As soon as I entered her room, the fresh coppery smell assaulted my senses, and I knew there was no going back from there. Now the big question is, will she let me keep her when she finds out how much of a monster I really am?

Chapter Twenty-Two

Taliah

Slowly stirring awake, I stretch my muscles out, but the soft, silky sheets beneath me do nothing for the pain my body is in. A groan slips from my lips as my mind flits back to the memories of last night. Logan wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to break me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a semitruck. Every muscle is throbbing, and the slightest movements make sharp pains emit from my limbs. A soft russel from the corner has me swishing my head to the side, and meeting Logan’s dark eyes.

He’s seated on the window seat, his slacks hanging loose on his hips, and his dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging around his shoulders. If one could die from looking at someone this sexy, then I’d definitely drop dead. Logan’s hair is sticking up in different directions, like he’s spent the evening pulling at it in frustration; the dark bags under his eyes reflect my suspicions. He slowly gets up from the bench seat and stalks towards me,and I feel like a hopeless rabbit that is about to get pounced on. Leaning over the side of the bed, he swipes my hair away from my forehead before leaning down and kissing my lips with an out of character gentleness.

“How do you feel, Taliah?” He says with a smirk spreading across his face, his eyes sparking with mischief.

“I feel okay, kinda like I’ve been used as a punching bag, but otherwise fine.” I whisper back just barely loud enough for him to hear. A blush rises to my cheeks when he rips the sheet covering me off the bed. Before my hands instinctively go to cover my breasts, he grips them and slams them down, holding me hostage with his terrifying gaze.

“How many times do I need to tell you to not cover up what’s mine?” Logan growls in my face. “Your body is beautiful, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I’ve ravished almost every part of this body one way or another at this point.” Leaning up, he takes a step back away from the bed, blatantly admiring my naked, and battered body before him. I can’t help but notice the hard on he’s sporting, causing me to rub my thighs together in need. “One dick in you, and now you’re a little slut for it, aren’t you Little Monster?” He puts a knee on the bed and clasps his strong hand around my neck, directing my attention. “But you’remylittle slut, aren’t you?” He asks as he parts my lips, and sticks his thumb inside, sliding it against my tongue. The taste of him makes me whimper and his eyes flair with desire. “You really are different, aren’t you?” He whispers, almost to himself, but I catch it regardless.

Logan drops his hands and steps back to the window seat, plopping down, and slinging his right leg over his left knee. His head leans back against the window, and the silence in the roomis deafening. Sighing, I amble my way out of bed and painfully make my way to the bathroom without a word. Shutting the door behind me, taking a deep breath, switching the light on, and turning towards the mirror. My skin is littered with cuts and bruises of all shapes and sizes. At first the sight makes me cringe, as I resemble a tigers play toy. But the longer I look at the marks, the more comfortable I feel.

The thick purple hand print circling my neck throbs as I reach up and gently run my fingers over it. Similar purple and blue bruises mottle my wrists and waist, the outlines of Logan’s fingerprints making me giddy. Each cut makes me smile, because he’s the reason why they are there. The deepest ones are covered with gauze and tape, which I gently pry off my skin before turning towards the shower and switching the water on warm. Once steam is billowing out of the stall, I gingerly step into the shower and let out a pained hiss when the water hits the cuts. Quickly showering off the residual blood and sweat from my body, I finally hop out and wrap myself in a fluffy white towel. When I enter the room again, Logan hasn’t moved an inch from where I left him and that irritates me.

“Look, if you’re going to sit in here and sulk all day, then you can leave. I know I’m not the most experienced partner you’ve had, but you don’t have to act like fucking me was like killing your dog or some shit.” The sass in my voice is apparent, and if it wasn’t, then the eye roll at the end definitely was. He doesn’t say a word as I disappear into the closet. I drop my towel in a huff, looking for something to wear that won’t irritate my skin today. As I pull out a soft t-shirt dress from the rack, I’m suddenly spun around and slammed up against the wall beside the closet door. Logan’s hands are pressed against the wall on either sideof my head, and his ragged, minty breath wafts in my face as his nostrils flair.

“You think me fucking you was just a chore to me?” His voice holds a tone that reminds me why I should be scared of this man. He could snap my neck like a toothpick in an instant. Trembles wrack my body as my mouth flops open like a fish, flailing to find the words to say. “Do you really think I would fuck you if I didn’t want to? I have plenty of pussy in this institute to fancy me if I wanted it,” Tears start to well in my eyes at his admission as he leans down towards my ear to whisper, “But I chose you, Taliah. You and that pretty pussy of yours aremine now.Do you understand?” The gasp of relief that leaves me has me straining on my tiptoes to press my lips to Logan’s waiting ones.

This kiss is all teeth and tongue as we battle for dominance. He lifts me up by my thighs and wraps them around his waist as he smashes my body up against the closet wall, his molded to me almost perfectly. My cunt is already weeping for this man, and all he did was claim me officially with his words. Logan reaches down and frees his hard cock from his slacks and wastes no time impaling me to the hilt. His thrusts are brutal, my back scraping against the wall, the cuts on my front sparking with pain as his body rubs against my own. He reaches between our bodies and starts to rub fast, tight circles around my swollen clit. My orgasm slams into me fast, knocking the breath out of me, as my pussy clenches his dick so tight that it sends him over the edge too.

We stand there clutching each other for a few moments before he carries me back to the bathroom, and sits me on the counter top. Grabbing a washcloth, he runs it under warm water before cleaning up the come leaking out from between my legs, and then tosses the rag into the dirty clothes hamper. Loganstands between my spread legs, and grips my face between his hands, tilting it up towards his. “You’re mine, Little Monster. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Logan

Taliah is playing with fire, and begging to get burned. She doesn’t realize how bad of a person I truly am. I’ve shown her time and time again how fucked up I am, but she keeps crawling back like a lost puppy. She deserves so much more. Her darkness begs to play with mine, but she’s only a light shade of gray compared to my obsidian black. I thought leaving her alone would make her resent me or she’d just get bored, but that was not the case. She taunted me, lured me out to play, and that irritates the fuck out of me. Taliah beat me at my own game, but I think it’s time to show her who the master of this game really is. If she wants me, then she gets every fucked up, deranged part that comes along with it.

The rage and arousal I felt when I watched her take that razor to her skin was immense. I fear she has forgotten the part abouthow her body ismine.No one can hurt her but me, not even herself. If she wanted pain, then she should have said so to begin with. I didn’t realize my Little Monster was such a masochist, but honestly, I don’t even think she knows what that word means. When I stormed into her room, the look of sadness in her eyes morphed into lust almost instantly. Her eyes were pleading for me before her voice even had to say anything. I indulged her that evening, took the blade to her skin, and sliced through her in more ways than one. But now that I’ve had time to process everything, the anger I feel towards her for hurting herself is about to burst at the seams. I think it’s time to show my Little Monster who truly owns her.

A few hours ago, I left Taliah to her own devices in her room so I could scrounge her up some food. Returning with a simple turkey sandwich, chips, and orange juice. Poor girl scarfed that food down so quickly that the anger inside me rose to the surface even more with her disobedience to not eat the last few days. By the time she finished the last drop of orange juice, her eyelids were already growing heavy, and her speech was slurring from the sedative I slipped into it. I watched as she stumbled to the bed, doing her best to give me her worst glare, because she knew what I had done to her. Mumbling unintelligible words, cursing me, as I scooped her up and tossed her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Humming to myself, I made my way to my workshop down the hall from her room.

Gently setting her limp body down on the medical chair, I step back and admire her perfection. Her silky blonde hair covering her face, strands lifting as her soft breaths slip from her pink pillowy lips. Snatching the medical scissors from the tray next to her, I get to work snipping her nightdress off of her, revealingher milky skin beneath it. Milky skin that is decorated in cuts and bruises from the last few days activities. Memories of her body writhing beneath me make my heart beat faster with anticipation. Once the last scrap of fabric hits the concrete floor, I strap her wrists and ankles to the table. Walking towards my desk, I grab the chair and wheel it towards Taliah so that I’m the first thing she sees when she opens those pretty eyes. When I’m done with her, she will know exactly what type of darkness lurks below my skin, and I can only hope that she welcomes it with open arms.

I see the moment the drugs start to wear off and Taliah’s body comes alive. First it starts with the twitch of her fingers, and her breathing escalating. Her eyes moving rapidly below her lids like she’s searching for something, someone. The flutter of her lashes entrances me as her eyes slowly peek open, connecting with mine. Her green orbs flashed with anger and desire. We stare at each other, waiting for the other one to break the silence. She really is a stubborn little thing. Pushing up from the rolling chair, striding to her side and leaning down towards her face so she won’t miss hearing what I have to say.Our noses are millimeters apart, just one small tilt of my head and our lips could collide.

“Hello, Taliah, welcome to the land of the living. It’s so nice of you to join me after your little nap.” Letting out a chuckle as she lunges forward, moving at the last second before her teeth collide with the flesh of my bottom lip. “Now now, there’s no need to be so hostile. You brought this all on yourself, pretty girl, touching what was mine. What did I tell you? I believe I said it would end in a punishment, did I not?” I finish off by leaning towards her and running my tongue up her neck, tasting her salty, sweet skin, drawing a gasp from her mouth. “You’re so innocent, but you want so badly to play in the darkness. It’s rather cute to watch, and today I think that I will satisfy that little craving that you seem to have. Let’s see if you will break just like everyone else.” The last sentence sends Taliah into a rage. Spewing hateful words from her pretty lips in an attempt to wound me.

“Fuck you, Logan! I gave you what you wanted, and this is how you repay me? I won’t break for you,ever.You can beat me, cut me, and fuck me, and I’ll still be here waiting for you.” Her venom laced words hit me in the chest, rocking my heart back and forth, threatening to rip it out of its cage of bones. Of all the people I’ve tortured in this chair, they have never stood up to me like that. Always screaming helpless pleas for mercy. But not Taliah; she eggs me on and taunts me like a zookeeper with a piece of meat for a lion.

“I guess we’ll see about that then, huh?” Whispering as I step away from the chair, and heading for my cabinet of horrors. Throwing the doors open, I eye several instruments, mulling over my choices. I don’t plan on killing her—far from it. I setmy eyes on a device I haven’t used before, snatching it out of the cabinet along with a knife. Returning to Taliah’s side, I set the new device on the tray next to her, watching her eyes with confusion. Grasping the knife in my hand, I start to trail it up and down her leg, eyeing the goose bumps that erupt all over her skin.

She watches my hand as I continue down her leg with the knife, mesmerized by the shiny steel. Trailing back up her leg, I stop on the inside of her thigh, nicking her soft skin, forcing a breathy moan from her mouth. We both watch the blood seep out of the wound, running down her thigh to the leather of the chair beneath. Swinging my eyes up, they collide with hers, the fire in them threatening to explode outward. “Let’s begin, shall we?”

Chapter Twenty- Four

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