Page 156 of Pretty Wicked Secrets

It’s hot, but what’s even hotter is when he breaks the kiss, rubs his thumb over my lips like he wants to make sure it takes, then turns me toward his brother. Toward Logan.

I should be sated. Physically, I’ve been more than satisfied and my body feels deliciously wrung out from the way Dante and Maddoc have already had me. But I’m greedy. Hungry to know I’m Logan’s too. Eager to feel that deep, dangerous connection between us consume me the same way his pale gaze is right now.

I want more.

I wanthim.

But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous as I walk toward him. I’ve never felt anything like what’s grown between me and Logan. We share things that I’ve never had with anyone else, but he’s also got what he calls that monster inside him.

I know he’s not that, but even if he’s not dangerous tome, he is a dangerous man. A deadly one.

And one who I want to fuck me almost desperately.

He doesn’t move, but his eyes track me with a feral-looking hunger that meets and matches my own, driving it higher. His stillness is that of a predator, ready to pounce, and when I stop in front of him, his eyes drop to my pussy.

I suck in a sharp breath, desire spiking through me. But then almost immediately I wince, realizing what a filthy mess I am.

Logan likes things clean and neat. Organized and under his control. Coming to him messy like this, used hard by his brothers with both Maddoc and Dante’s cum leaking down my thighs, is almost guaranteed to turn him off.

I move my hand in front of my wet, swollen pussy, and Logan’s hand lashes out just as fast, stopping me.

“No,” he says, the raw hunger in his voice flipping everything I know about him on its head.

He wants me. Wantsthis. Needs things to be orderly and predictable in the rest of his life, but can share me, wants to share me, with his brothers just as badly as I want to be shared.

“I’m a mess,” I whisper, shaking with renewed need.

His eyes burn back into mine, then they drop to my pussy again. He releases my wrist. “Clean yourself up.”

“What?”

“Stuff it back inside. My brothers are leaking out of you.”

“Fuck,” someone mutters behind me with a low chuckle. Maddoc? Dante? I don’t know, but Logan’s filthy demand has my body reacting. Clenching tight again as desire throbs hot and urgent in my core.

It forces more hot cum down my thighs, and—equal parts shocked and turned on—I do what Logan told me to. I catch it. I scoop it off my thighs. I push it back up inside me and then can’t help the quiet, needy sounds that spill out of me as my fingers fill me the way these men have.

The way I’m desperately hoping Logan will too.

The appreciative groans from behind me tell me his brothers are hoping the same thing, but when I try to move closer to Logan again, he stops me.

“I can’t,” he clips out, the thick bulge in his pants calling him a liar.

“You… what?”

Logan presses his lips together, an uncharacteristic flush coloring his cheeks, and stares at me with a fierce hunger that directly defies his words. He’s got himself locked down though, and when he doesn’t answer, I push him.

“You can’t fuck me?”

“She’s ours, Logan,” Maddoc says when Logan still doesn’t answer.

We can all hear what he means.Ours. I belong to them. All three of them. Maddoc wants Logan to have me too.

But instead of following Maddoc’s lead, Logan takes a step backward, away from me, his eyes shuttering.

Pain slices through me. “You don’t want me?” But then my breath catches, that connection between the two of us burning bright enough to illuminate the truth. I reach for him, resting my hand over his heart before he can move away again. “You don’t trust yourself with me.”

It’s not a question. I’m sure of it.

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