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Chapter Thirty-Two

Logan

Logan,

Don’t be mad, but I’m stealing your car to run an errand. I promise I’ll be back in a few days!

-Your Little Monster

Taliah’s scrawled handwriting stares back at me for the fiftieth time since I found the letter laying on my desk two days ago. I’ve been wracked with all kinds of emotions since I found it. First was anger, pissed that she would leave me, having flashbacks of Shannon when she left me all those years ago. Next came sadness, for not having her around, for missing her bright smile and her need to be near me. Now I’m currently full of anxiety, an odd feeling for me, but anxiety nonetheless. Worried that she won’t make it back in one piece from whatever errand she deemed was worthy enough to leave me for.

Trying to think of any possible thing that she could leave me for keeps me coming up blank. She has no more family, and no desire to see her one friend anymore, well, that I know of. There’s nothing left out there for her, I’m all she has left. Pacing my bedroom as time ticks by at a crawl is driving me insane. By the time the sun starts to set behind the trees, I’m about readyto chase after her on foot until the lock to my door pops open, and a haggard Taliah steps through the threshold.

“Where the fuck have you been!?” I scream, rushing towards her, grabbing her by the biceps and hauling her up against the wall, kicking the door shut with my heel. She leans her head back against the wall with a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Taliah, you better have a good fucking reason for leaving.” The unhinged giggle that slips from her lips is enough to make me drop her arms like they burned me, taking a few steps back, my gaze sweeping over her as she doubles over in laughter. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“Did you really think I’d just up and leave you? I left you a note!” She says through her laughter, tears leaking from the corner of her eye. “You’re acting like an overprotective boyfriend, and honestly, it looks kind of hot on you.” Giggles still escaping her as she walks towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck and coming up on her tiptoes to plant her lips against mine. All the anger drains from my body as she kisses me so sweetly, but all too soon she’s pulling away. “I wouldn’t leave you Logan, not now, not ever.” She whispers, her lips sliding against mine as she speaks. Giving my lips one last peck, she drops her arms from my neck and takes a step back. “I have a surprise for you. Well, for us really.” Fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she looks up at me through her lashes, biting her lip, “Something for us to play with together; would you like to see it?”

“What did you bring me, Little Monster?” I say with a tilt of my head, she reaches up and grabs my hand, it dwarfing her tiny fingers. “Show me.” With a smile on her face, she tugs me out of the bedroom. Leading me down the hall, past my work shop, past her room, winding through the halls towards theexit. I allow her to swipe my key card against the pad, the door popping open with a click. Taliah guides me down the halls and through the front door, down the concrete steps to my car at the bottom. She stops in front of the closed trunk, her fingers wringing around each other, her eyes staring at the ground, the nerves coming off of her in waves. “What’s in there, Taliah?” She bites her lip, scuffing her shoe against the gravel; she looks like a little kid who got caught stealing cookies right now. I grab her face between my hands, tilting her eyes up to mine, “What did you bring me, baby?” She takes a deep breath and then hits the key fob, the trunk door opening.

Letting go of Taliah’s face, reaching down, I grab the edge of the trunk in my hands and push it up, the sound of someone struggling inside, and muffled screams reach my ears as the trunk door opens. Looking down into the trunk, a familiar set of wide, tear stained, brown eyes stare back at me. When she sees my face, her screaming and wiggling intensify. I look up at Taliah’s face, and she’s giving me a million dollar smile, like she just won the Olympics. “How did you...” I trail off, realizing that I don’t give a shit how she pulled this off by herself. I grab her face between my hands and slam my lips against hers, ravaging her mouth like I've never kissed a woman before. This kiss is vile; wet, sloppy, and full of teeth. Her fingers clutching me closer to her, trying to rip my shirt from my shoulders. Ripping my lips from hers, I hold her at arms length, trying to catch my breath. “I don’t know how the fuck you managed to do this, and honestly,, I don’t even care. But before I fuck you into a coma, we need to get this bitch inside. Can you grab her feet for me, baby?” I say in a rush as I grab Shannon under the arms. Taliah’s rushed yesfollows in the wind as her feet scuff against the gravel, her hands wrapping around Shannon’s tied ankles.

We hoist Shannon’s wriggling body out of the trunk, Taliah yelling, “Wait!”, before she drops her ankles to the ground and rushes to the passenger side of the car. I drop Shannon’s head to the gravel; it hits with a thud, as I watch Taliah rifle through something in the front seat of the car. She shuts the door after finding what she needs and comes around to the back of the car. Kneeling on the ground next to Shannons wiggling body, a syringe in her hand. Taliah holds Shannon’s face down against the ground, the uneven rocks digging into her skin, before she stabs the side of her neck with the needle and pushes the plunger all the way down. Shannon’s body slowly losing all fight before going still on the ground. Taliah pops back up to her feet, making her way to Shannon’s ankles, “Now we can take her inside!” She yells before wrapping her hands around Shannon’s thin legs.

A chuckle slips from my lips as I grab Shannon under her armpits. Lifting her up, trying to take most of the weight for Taliah, we make our way back up the steps of the institute and through the front door. Setting Shannon on the tiles as I close and lock the front door, giving Taliah a moment to breathe, before hoisting her back in the air and making our way to my work shop.

The trek to the workshop was long, sweaty, and all around a whole ass challenge. By the time we get to the door, we both are dripping sweat, and our breathing is echoing off the concrete walls. Taliah swipes my key card against the lock, and before she can turn around, I drag Shannon’s limp body through the open doorway. Yanking her across the floor before gripping her around her tiny waist and tossing her carelessly onto one of thenow empty metal tables in the room. I work quickly to secure Shannon’s wrists to the table, making my way to her ankles and being surprised that Taliah has them both already strapped down to the table.

I look up at Taliah, her face bright with another smile, her eyes shining with mischief. Striding across the small space, I lean down and wrap my arms around her thighs, tossing her over my shoulder. “God damnit, you’re perfect, and I can’t wait to show that pussy just how perfect it is.” I growl as I make my way out of the workshop and towards my bedroom, Taliah’s laughter trailing after us.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Taliah

Logan spent the whole night making good on his words, and the pleasant soreness between my legs this morning is proof of that. He ravaged my body so thoroughly that I am sure I am wearing his marks on my skin. I still feel the prick of his teeth as they dug into my neck when he came, holding me close to him like he was afraid I would float away. My fingers drift over my neck, rubbing at the aching delicate skin that lies there, a smile spreading across my sleepy face at the memory of Logan clutching my throat so tight I saw stars. Tilting my head to the side, my eyes flit over to the bay window next to Logan’s bed, the early morning sun rays peeking through his black curtains.

Rough fingertips glide across my outer thigh, gripping me and tugging at it to get my attention. My head falls to the other side, eyes connecting with Logan’s drowsy, umber ones. A mischievous smile graces my lips as I turn towards him fully, swingingmy other leg over his waist, hoisting myself up to straddle him, cock already hard between my legs. The look of surprise on his face makes a giggle escape my lips. Planting my hands on his bare chest, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips. His hands grip my waist tight, his eyes flaring with desire as my hips start to move slowly against him. Wetness starts to pool between my legs from the pressure of his cock against my clit. Throwing my head back, I let out a low moan as I grind against Logan, a groan escaping his own lips as he watches me in wonder.

Lifting up on my knees, I lean forward before gripping Logan’s cock in my hands, lining him up to my dripping pussy. He slides into me easily, my muscles adjusting to the fullness like we’ve done this dance a million times. Once my ass meets Logan’s thighs, I don’t give either of us enough time to revel in the delicious feeling. My hips are moving in a steady rhythm, sending us both into a frenzy. Logan’s fingers dig into my hips, his eyes locked on mine burning with an intensity I’ve never seen before. I’ve never known what love actually felt like, but I think this right here is just about the closest you can get.

A growl leaves Logan’s lips as he leans up, wrapping his arms around my waist and rolls us over onto the other side of the bed. He pulls out quickly, spinning me to my stomach, and pulling my hips up and back towards his. Fingers tangling in the crown of my hair, his hand squashing the side of my face into the mattress. In one brutal thrust, he’s back inside me, and setting a harsh pace that makes my pussy grip him tighter. The euphoric feeling coursing through my body from his savage touch has my orgasm barreling through me. A silent scream parts my lips, vision blurring at the edges from the intensity. Logan’s thrusts start to become erratic as he finds his own release, hips pushingagainst my own as he buries his seed inside of me. The feeling in my legs starts to wane as he leans down and kisses along my back, before pulling out of me slowly. I readjust my legs, ready to make my way off the bed, but he holds my hips in place.

Logan’s rough finger tips stroke my pussy lips, gathering the come that has leaked from there and pushing it back inside. “I love seeing my come drip from your swollen pussy, but I love it even more knowing you will be walking around with it there all day.” He swats my ass with his hand before continuing on, “Time to get up, pretty girl; we have a play date today. Go get ready, but don’t wash me away, do you understand?” He finishes with a stern voice, making my pussy pulse for aftershocks.

“Of course, Logan, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Smiling as I exit the bed and head towards the bathroom to fix the rat nest, I am sure my hair has become.

Thirty minutes later we are both dressed and heading out of Logan’s room. He insisted that I wear only a white t-shirt dress with nothing underneath or on my feet. I trail behind Logan, my bare feet pad against the cold concrete flooring in the hallway, making me shiver. The muscles in his back and ass rippling beneath his clothes as he goes. I can’t help but admire how sexy he is in just black joggers and a white t-shirt. It makes drool poolin my mouth, wishing I could spend all day wrapped in his arms in bed. Mind drifting back to this morning's sexcapade getting me so hot and bothered again that I don’t even notice that we’ve made it to Logan’s workshop until I run smack dab into his back. I ricochet off of him, almost falling on my ass, but his iron grip holds me upright. Once I’m steady on my feet again, he turns back towards the door and unlocks it with his keycard.

We don’t even get the door fully open before we hear the screeching coming from inside. The high pitched decibels that Shannon is reaching right now would be admirable if it wasn’t so damn annoying. Logan ushers me through the open door before shutting us both inside with the banshee strapped to the steel table within. Ignoring her to the best of my ability, I make my way over to Logan’s desk against the wall, pulling out his leather chair and plopping down in it. Leaning back, I cross my legs underneath me, getting comfortable for the show that is about to unfold.

Logan is making his way towards Shannon, her pleas for mercy flooding from her lips, “Logan, thank god, it’s you! Help me! That bitch is a psycho; you have to help me!” My eyes roll with her delusions of Logan actually helping her; does she not remember how he helped me get her out of the trunk and down here? Logan just stands there watching her with his arms crossed, assessing her naked body, and it makes my skin crawl. I’m not usually the jealous type, and right about now I think I should be with how he’s looking at her. But the look of disgust marring his face as he peruses her body tampers my feelings back down, making me relax back into the chair.

“Earth to Logan! What the fuck are you waiting for? Get me out of here!” Shannon yells, trying to get his attention, but all it does is make him chuckle darkly.

“Shannon, do you know what this place is? Surely you can’t really be this dense.” She stutters, trying to form words, but nothing is coming out of her pale, cracked lips. Logan stalks around her body towards her head. His fingers swiping her hair from her eyes, before he leans down towards her ear to say, “Welcome to Harmony Heights, Shannon, where the only way you get to leave here is in pieces.” The scream that leaves her mouth makes me giggle in delight for what is to come.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Logan

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