Page 44 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

Peyton gave him a smile and waited until he was down the hall before shutting the door softly behind her and locking it securely, ensuring Brad wouldn't come back and open it because he needed to tell her one more thing. Not that he was that type of guy but she wouldn't necessarily put it past him to try something and that was the last thing she needed.

"What the fuck was that?" Logan asked, his hazel eyes dark with both lust and possession.

Peyton didn't think it was appealing that he thought of as a possession. She wanted to belong with someone rather than to someone. But the way Logan was looking at her with those eyes made her pelvis moisten and she decided she did belong to him - just like he belonged to her.

"Um." Peyton wasn't quite sure how to respond. She didn't know how long Logan had been awake or what he would think no matter what she said. But he was waiting. He wasn't accusing her of anything, and that had to count for something. He was giving her the chance to tell him her side of the story, to give him some kind of explanation - and he deserved and explanation, considering. "Brad came to ask me out."

Logan wasn't wearing anything except boxer briefs - a black color - that fit him in all the right places and made sure everything was securely in place. His arms were crossed over his chest, putting a gentle strain on his biceps. His hair was messy and fell into his face. His shoulders - so broad, as though they carried the entire world on his shoulders and no one knew it except him - tensed as he cocked his head to the side and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"I got that," he said. "What I'm wondering is why the fuck he would do something as bold and as stupid as that?"

Peyton furrowed her brow. "You think it's stupid to ask me out?" she asked. She couldn't help but feel slightly offended by his tone, considering he had yet to officially ask her out himself.

"Yeah, I fucking do," he said with a quick nod of his head. "Shit like that could get him into a fucking ton of trouble."

Peyton rolled her eyes. "And when did you suddenly become so concerned with Brad's academics?" she asked, her tone droll.

"I don't give a shit about his academics," Logan corrected. "I meant, with me."

Peyton clenched her jaw to keep from whimpering at the simple statement but she couldn't stop her eyes from filling with lust. "Oh, really?" she asked, hoping her voice didn't come out as strained as it sounded.

He didn't reply until he made his way directly in front of her. He only stopped until he was a breath away from her, so he had to crane his neck downwards to meet her eyes.

"Really," he said in that sandpaper voice, his voice no louder than a whisper. "Fuck, every time I see you in my t-shirt, I want to fuck you in it." He turned her around and pressed her against the wall as his hands trailed down to her waist. Slowly, he began to inch it up over her backside before gripping her ass with his hands. "You're mine now, sweetheart. And I'm yours. That means that if I see anyone hitting on you, I get to step in and say something about it. People need to realize that you aren't available anymore."

"That's what wedding rings are for," Peyton said without thinking.

"Sex must be fucking amazing for you to be proposing marriage to me already, sweetheart," he said in her ear, his lips grazing her ear, his scruff tickling her skin. He didn't seem tense about the slipup and even seemed intrigued. Without warning, he bit the side of her neck and pushed into her. She moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and she pushed her backside into him, causing him to grunt.

He reached down and caressed her backside with his large hands before shredding her panties in two. The slips of material didn't even have the chance to fall to the floor before he pushed her back down and thrust into her. She was still reeling from the pain of his bite but it soon subsided in lieu of the pleasure he was giving her.

This sex was raw and possessive. His hands gripped her hips in a way that told her he wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon. His cock was hard and insistent, ensuring that she didn't even think about any other person in a sexual context. He was staking his claim and she was letting him, and even though she was being fucked against the wall and couldn't touch herself, Logan was able to hit her exactly where he needed to before she came hard and quick. He buried himself into her, following just after she did.

She loved the sounds he made when he came. She was starting to learn that the hitch of his breath and the small grunt meant he was close, and only when his grip on her tightened and his brow wrinkled did he finally reach his climax.

When they finished, they sank to the floor, Logan still had a hold of her hips and didn't let them go for a while.

"Fuck, I love coming inside of you," he muttered as he kissed her neck, right where he bit her before. "If that doesn't make you mine, I don't fucking know what else will."

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