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“I broke it,” Logan said, watching as she reached over and took his hand in hers.

“I can see that,” Jill murmured absently as she gently ran her fingertips over the hand that stopped healing after the tenth time he broke it. “Did you gorge?”

“It didn’t help,” he said softly, biting back a wince when she ran her fingertips over his battered knuckles only to watch as she released a pained hiss.

“How much did you feel?” Logan asked, watching as she took her time running her fingertips around the cuts and bruises marring the back of his hand.

“All of it,” Jill said, looking lost in thought as she traced his fingertips.

“I’m sorry, Angel,” Logan murmured softly as he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he said hoarsely as he thought about everything that sick fuck told him.

He’d made the bastard tell him everything that he did to her, about the other children that he’d abused, and the sick fucking deal that her mother made while he took his time making him pay for every ounce of pain he’d put those children through. Logan thought about the way that the asshole begged, cried, and swore that it wasn’t his fault, and then finally, the terror in his eyes when he realized that he was about to die and-

It hadn’t been enough.

Not nearly fucking enough for what he put her through.

If her mother hadn’t died during that home invasion…

He would have ripped her fucking throat out, too.

“The children missed you,” Jill said as she wrapped her trembling hand around his.

“I missed them,” Logan whispered against her forehead, “more than anything.”

“Did you miss me?” Jill asked softly as she stepped back, giving his hand a gentle tug that had him following her.

“God, yes,” Logan said, completely fucking helpless when it came to her.

Never taking her eyes off him, Jill reached into the shower and turned it on before reaching for his shirt. She pulled it loose from his pants and unbuttoned it while he stood there, unable to look away from her and-

“Did he suffer?”

“Yes,” Logan said, watching her as she released a shaky breath.

“Good,” Jill said with a firm nod as she pushed his shirt off as relief washed over him.

“Angel, I-”

“I don’t want to talk about him again,” Jill said, cutting him off.

“Then, what do you want, Angel?” Logan

“You.”

CHAPTER 52

“Christ, you wreck me, woman,” Logan said softly, cupping her face in his hands as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“We need to fix your hand,” Jill said, reaching for his belt.

Without a word, Logan toed off his shoes as she worked his belt loose and released his pants button before reaching for the zipper. Dropping his hands away, Logan stepped back just far enough so that he could look into her eyes as he reached for her shirt. While they took their time undressing each other, Logan paused to caress her skin, his gaze softening with every touch.

When he pushed her cotton shorts down, Logan leaned down and kissed the side of her neck with a softly whispered, “Angel.” He kissed a path down her throat, brushed his lips against her nipple, tearing a soft moan from her before he pressed a kiss just above her navel as she stepped out of her shorts. He picked them up and tossed them aside before reaching for her panties and-

“Oh, God…” Jill moaned when he pressed his lips against her panties just above her slit.

Logan kissed a path against her slit as he slowly pulled her panties down. When the panties reached her slit, he pressed one last kiss against the soft cotton material before he pulled themdown the rest of the way. He released a groan when he leaned back in and kissed her slit.

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