Page 83 of His Good Girl
“Answer me, Serena,” he growls.
“Yes, we’re clear. You have nothing to worry about. Yours is the only cock I want, the only one I need. Fuck me harder, Logan. Rip me apart.”
A deep, wild noise escapes his lips as he pounds into me, slamming me up against the wall harder and harder as he relentlessly fucks me until I cream his cock with a loud scream of ecstasy. The climax tears through my body, my pussy clutching his cock possessively, my cunt dripping wet with my desire for this man in my arms.
“Oh, Serena. That feels so good,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me. It makes me so happy, baby girl. Fuck. I love you.”
Eyes wide, I give him an astonished look.
“Say it back, Serena. I need to hear those words from your lips.”
“I love you, Logan. Fuck, I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”
“Uhn,” he grunts and shoots his load inside me, filling my pussy and driving me into a state of sheer hedonism as another orgasm thunders over me.
Suddenly, he pulls away, and I gasp in surprise. His eyes are blazing, with an intensity radiating from his body. He reaches for the knife again. My breath hitches as I watch him, unsure of what he is going to do with it. He leans in, his lips grazing my ear, and his warm breath tickles my skin.
“I want to see your name on my chest,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
My heart skips a beat as I stare at him, my mouth slightly parted in shock. He wants me to carve my name into his chest. Images of the knife cutting into my skin as I hurt myself flash through my mind. A sudden wave of fear rushes through me. Taking a deep breath, I try to process the request. He wants to show me that he belongs to me, that he is loyal and devoted. The power of his gaze draws mine to his, and I know he would do anything to ensure I stay with him.
He drops me to my feet and grabs my hand, shoving the knife against my palm, his grip firm and sure. I stare at the blade, the metal glinting in the light. A lump forms in my throat, and my stomach clenches as the reality hits me. I can do this to myself, but can I do it to him?
“I'm not sure…” I whisper, looking up at him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His lips curve into a smirk as he presses his chest against the tip of the blade, forcing it into his flesh. He gently tilts my chin up to meet his gaze.
“Do it,” he whispers, his tone firm and commanding.
Swallowing hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I grasp the knife tightly in my hand. I know that he won’t let me go until I do what he asks. I don't want him to be disappointed in me. It would kill me if he ever got upset with me, so I slowly begin to make the first shallow cut. He holds my hand steady as I slowly carve my name into his chest. Blood seeps from the wound, but he doesn't flinch. A strange mixture of emotions washes over me as I work my way through the letters of my name, wanting it to end but, at the same time, wanting it to go on so I can see him bleed. Finishing the task, a sense of pride and accomplishment arises.
“Is that okay?” I whisper.
“It's beautiful.”
My heart flutters in my chest, and my cheeks flush. I want to say something profound, but I’m suddenly at a loss for words. He pulls me closer, his lips crashing against mine as he kisses me deeply. Our tongues intertwine as his hands roam my body, exploring every inch of my curves. His hands are rough and insistent, and I feel like I’m melting into him.
He takes the knife from me, and I breathe out a sigh of relief, but then he presses the tip to the skin in between my breasts.
“You are mine, Serena. Any man who tries to take you from me will have this stark reminder that I will come for them and eviscerate them before I burn their still-beating hearts before their eyes.”
“Ooh,” I moan as the knife slices deftly into my skin as he carves his name.
The burn is beautiful and intense. Arching my back, begging him to keep going, needing it, needing to be marked with his name.
He finishes and pulls away, looking into my eyes, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Thank you,” he whispers.
I cup his face, a soft smile playing on my lips as I feel the blood dripping down my chest.
My heart swells, and suddenly, it all makes sense. I belong to Logan, and he belongs to me. I have finally found my savage solace, and I’m never letting him go.
Chapter46
Logan
Leaving her is like leaving half of myself behind. She has wrapped around me and consumed me, but this is a necessary action.
“Do not open this door for anyone. Not even me.”
