Page 12 of Puck'N Enemy
But where do I start?
Eva, his mom, had begged me to stay away from him after Logan got hurt all those years ago. She blamed me and I accepted her accusations. She even said I was bad for her son and that I’d only drag him down if I stayed by his side.
So, I’d left, allowing Logan to get on with his life.
It’s been four years since then. He should’ve moved on by now.
“Dylan, answer me!” Logan shouts, looking like he’s about to blow apart.
But the words never reach my lips. Because even if I explained everything to Logan and he forgave me, I’d still be someone who’s not worthy enough to be by his side.
There’s a good chance I’ll become the reason he gets hurt again.
Only this time, I won’t be able to bear it.
I drop my gaze to the ground. “I can’t,” I whisper.
A harsh laugh escapes him, the sound scraping at my shredded heart.
“Can’t?” Logan echoes. “Or won’t?”
I flinch at the anger in his voice. Every nerve in my body screams at me to run but I stay rooted to the spot, pinned by his glare.
Logan suddenly reaches out and grabs my wrist, his fingers searing into my skin.
“You don’t get to spy on me,” Logan growls, tugging me against him. “And then run away like a goddamn coward.” The intensity in his dark brown eyes nearly knocks the breath out of me.
Logan still cares. And he’s still hurting.
My throat closes up as I realize I’m the reason behind his pain.
Fuck. I want to tell him everything and soothe him, but doing so can undo what I’ve tried to do over the past years. I can’t fall apart and give him the whole truth of what happened back then. If we get closer, I’d ruin him all over again.
With all the force I can muster, I yank my wrist free and shove him back.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Logan hisses, grabbing my arm before I can bolt past him.
He slams me against the brick wall so hard, the impact rattles my bones. I gasp, heart lurching into my throat.
Logan is on me in an instant, gripping my jacket and keeping me pinned against the wall like a caught animal. “You’re not running away,” he growls, his voice low and angry. His hot breath fans over my cheeks as he stares into my eyes.
My instincts kick in. I struggle against him but it’s a pathetic, half-hearted attempt to throw him off me. Deep down, IwantLogan to be this close to me, hurting me and punishing me.
“I’m not letting you go this time,” Logan hisses. His eyes are almost black with fury but I don’t miss the flicker of desire behind them.
“Logan, let me go,” I say in a shaky voice. “You won’t get anything out of—” Before I can finish my sentence, Logan pushes me against the wall and crashes his mouth against mine.
He keeps me pinned against the wall with sheer, brute strength as his teeth scrape over my bottom lip. His hands grab my waist in a bruising hold, reminding me just how much of a beast he can be.
Thisis not a kiss. It’s a punishment.
I gasp into his mouth while my hands brace uselessly against his chest. Despite his aching grip, I can’t ignore the heat exploding through me, searing straight to my core.
For one shattered, broken second, I kiss him back like I’ve been wanting to for a long, long time. But this is not what Logan wants. He just wants to hurt me and punish me.
His teeth suddenly sink into my lower lip, making me cry out.
I push him hard, and he finally breaks away.
