by René, Dani
More mewls, more dick-jolting moans, and a whimper of my name, over and over again, cause my body to go rigid as I fight off my impending orgasm. I need this to be good for her. She did it for me, and now I need to ensure she’s found pleasure as well.
I watch her tits bounce with every thrust. I smile down when I see her lashes dance once more, and her eyes meet mine.
“I fucking love you,” I admit to her, knowing she’ll see the truth in my eyes. Her body pulses around my cock, and I am convinced it’s my confession. “I love you, Vera. More than any-fucking-thing.” Once more, her body responds by tightening, sucking my dick deeper, and my name falls from her lips.
And I know I’m a man obsessed.
32
Vera
My body aches, but the moment I open my eyes, I realize he’s still inside me. The thickness of him stretching me. My mind is still fuzzy, but I feel the pleasure of him hitting that spot, and my toes curl.
“Fuck, Vera,” Logan grunts. “I can’t hold back for much longer.” His voice drips with pleasure, with pure, unadulterated need. He moves slowly, his hips driving into mine at such a steady pace I’m certain he’s trying to make this last longer.
“Please,” I manage to whimper, and a feral growl rumbles in his throat. His body is taut, his arms rigid at my sides as he looks down at me. He’s heavy, fucking me into the mattress, but I love it. Every second of his cock thrusting into me makes my body hum with pleasure. I didn’t think it would be like this, that he’d be able to do this with me half awake, but he is.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight, so warm and wet,” he tells me through gritted teeth. “I’ve never experienced anything like this,” he admits, and my heart soars. Emotion thickens in my throat, and I blink back the tears of happiness. I’ve given him something nobody else could.
“Fuck me, Logan,” I plead, and he does. His body moves quickly. His cock sliding in and out with every thrust, as he hits my G-spot. The motion sends my body spiraling into the abyss of pleasure, and I grip the sheets with my fists. I tug at the material as my legs spread wider before my ankles lock behind his ass.
“Jesus, Vera, I’m going to come,” he murmurs in a low grunt, and I nod, but I can’t tell what’s happening because Logan reaches between us and circles my clit, pressing down on the bundle of nerves before pinching it, causing me to cry out, and then I feel his warmth filling me. “Drench me, Vera. Give me all your sweet juices,” Logan coaxes as he continues thrusting, and my body shakes as I feel the pulsing deep within me.
“Oh god,” I cry out when he pinches my clit once more, and I come hard. My toes curl, my fingers find purchase on his shoulders, and my nails dig into the strong muscles as I claw at him. Every nerve-ending in my body is blazing—sparking and sizzling with pleasure. “Logan . . .” I murmur his name, but no other words come, and finally, he stops moving.
We lie there for a long while in the silence. Our breaths mingling, becoming one. He’s warm, heavy, holding me down just like I imagined so many times before. The need for him to take me has finally come, and he gave me so much more.
“Please don’t be angry,” I plead while I look directly into his dark eyes. “I just needed you. And I didn’t know any other way to do it. I craved you so much that—”
His mouth crashes on mine, stealing every other apology I was about to spew, and his tongue seeks entrance, which I give gladly. We kiss with an energy that makes me tremble beneath him. Logan hikes himself onto his elbows as he hovers over me. His lips mold to mine, our tongues dueling for dominance, but I submit, offering him me, all of me.
When he finally breaks away, his gaze penetrates me down to my very soul. “You shouldn’t have done that without my permission.”
“I’m a big girl, Logan,” I tell him confidently. “I can do something if I feel I want to. And I needed you to see that I’m not fragile or broken. But most importantly, I had to make you see that this” — I gesture between us — “is not a bad thing. We are meant to be together. You fit with me, and I with you.”
He looks at me as if he’s still torn. For a moment, I think he’s going to push away from me and tell me I need to leave, but then he nods. “I went to see my father,” he admits before rolling over and pulling me into his arms. His warmth coats my thighs as if he’s marked me inside and out. His strong, inked arms wrap around me, holding me hostage as he speaks. “He does have a contract with your father, but it’s not what either of us thought.”
“What do you mean?” I lift onto my elbow, needing to look him in the eye. There’s darkness in his expression, his brows pinch together, and his body is rigid. “Logan, tell me.”
“I read the contract, went through every word, and he’s laying claim to our first-born son if we have one. He said he knew we’d find each other again, and if we didn’t, he would’ve captured you, kept you in the house until I returned.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. He is convinced that our son, will be the heir to the Oakridge fortunes. But what I don’t understand is what he’ll gain from it. Granted, my father doesn’t love me, that much is clear, but what I don’t get is why he wants us to have a son for him to claim.”
“Maybe there’s more to it?” I suggest, but the confusion painted on Logan’s face is swimming around my mind as well. It doesn’t make sense. Why allow me to run away and let Logan leave if he wanted us together? Surely, he could’ve just held us both in Chicago and pushed us into each other’s paths.
“There is definitely more to it. But before I go snooping into my father’s things, I need to get him out of the way. The problem is, once the cops take him in, they’ll be the ones who have access to his documents before I even have time to get there.”
“Then the only way is to get him out of the office with a ruse of some sort?” I consider this for a moment. “I could call him, wanting to meet to talk, and you could go in and see what you can find.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know what he’s capable of, Vera. You’re not going anywhere near him.” Logan’s tone is no-nonsense. And I know arguing with him won’t help, but playing it safe will also not be an option. I push onto my knees, my naked body catching his attention for a moment before I speak.
“Logan, remember what I said. I’m a grown up, and if I choose to do something, then you really can’t stop me unless you decide to bind me to your bed. If I meet him in a public place, I’ll be safe.”
His expression turns from anger to frustration at my words, but he knows I’m right. If there’s more to our story, I want to know what that is. It could be dangerous, but if we don’t try, we won’t know. And my father is still refusing to talk to me. After my email, I used Logan’s phone and tried calling again, but they told me he is not taking any calls from family or friends.
“I don’t like it, Vera.”
“I know you don’t, but right now, we don’t have a choice.” I move over Logan, straddling his waist. His big, strong hands grip my hips as I roll them back and forth. “I mean, if you could just try it my way, you’ll find I’m right.” My words are a mere whimper when I feel him harden under me.
He locks his gaze on mine, and a small smile dances on his lips, tilting them seductively as he regards me. “You’re a seductress,” he tells me. I continue grinding on his cock, feeling the heat of him pulsing against me.
I’m wet again, craving another feel of him filling me. “I want you right now.” My admission causes his eyes to flutter closed, and a groan falls from his full lips. His body is rigid, his fingers digging into my hips, and I know he’s focusing on the pleasure and not the fact that I’m the one in control. I have a feeling Logan enjoys the control more than his obsession with me being asleep.
I slide against him, feeling the tip of his erection against my clit, which forces a whimper of pleasure from me. I do it again, and again. The heat of him mingled with the wetness of me is an erotic combination of desire and pleasure. I move forw
ard and angle myself, causing him to slip inside my pussy.
The pained pleasure of his thickness stretching me steals my breath as I lower myself until he’s fully seated. Every inch of his cock is inside me, and I’m trembling at the way he feels throbbing in my core.
“Fuck, Vera,” Logan mumbles, his hands pulling me forward and pushing me back. Even with me on top of him, he still wants the control. He uses me for his pleasure, my body a device to keep the heat between us raging like an inferno.
He drops one hand to my pussy, his thumb circling my clit as I ride him. “Look at me, Logan. I want you to see me.” My voice is raspy as I plead with him. He gifts me his dark gaze. He strums my clit with an expert touch as I rise and sink down. His other hand reaches for my neck, squeezing so tight, I gasp.
“Shit,” Logan grunts when my pussy tightens around his cock. I feel it. He feels it. We’re both close, reaching for the edge, the precipice of desire about to push us both over. “Come for me, Beauty, come hard.” His growl is feral. My hips move faster, harder, and he sinks in impossibly deeper, hitting that spot that has stars bursting against my eyelids, and I croak out his name as my orgasm crashes over me.
Moments later, Logan fills me with his seed, and I realize, in that moment, I can never want another man to take me. I’m his Sleeping Beauty, and he’s my Broken Prince.
33
Logan
Dax, Kael, and Axel are seated in the club when Vera and I enter. There’s a girl on stage practicing her pole dancing, but none of the men are looking at her. I know they’re all taken, and so am I, but I don’t know how Dax runs this place with that going on every day. I guess having Theia, his submissive, around does distract him from the lure.
“Hey, man,” Dax greets me, offering a hand, which I grab and shake. “And this is the beautiful Vera,” he says, looking over to my girl.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” she responds shyly. That’s what I love about her. Even though she can sass me, her sweet, submissive nature comes through when she’s beside me.
“Nice to meet you finally. Didn’t realize this asshole was capable of love,” Dax taunts, which earns him a punch in the shoulder from me. “Just stating facts.” He ushers us to a table where Axel and Kael offer up a wave to Vera and me.
“So,” I start as I settle into the chair. “I need to get this shit done and dusted. He has that contract that states her dad has signed over our first-born son, should we have one, to Herbert Oakridge. My father is a fucking monster.”
“My men have looked it over. Don’t worry about that. What we did find, which will help us, is a shit-ton of his communication to underground organizations. Embezzling money, but also trading in weapons to Russia and Germany. Not sure what else they can dig up if they go in deeper,” Dax tells me. “We can take him down just with that information alone.”
“I’ll just walk into his office and kill the arsehole,” Axel chuckles, leaning forward as he picks up his beer and swigs the cool liquid.
“It’s not that easy. If anything were to happen to him, I would be the first in line to take over, as well as the first person they’d come to as a suspect.”
“Why?” This comes from Kael, who’s leaning back in his chair. He looks as relaxed as if he were on the beach.
“There’s a clause in my father’s will. If anything were to happen to him that wasn’t natural causes, there must be an investigation. Me first, then my mother. We’re both on the list as the first people to point fingers at.”
“Fuck,” Axel curses as he drinks his beer, his gaze trailing the club, but focusing back on me. “What about if we did it silently? Send him away on vacation,” he says, the last word in air quotes. I like his suggestion, but it’s not going to work. My father’s clever. He’ll have men watching every move we make.
“If it were that easy, I would’ve done it ages ago,” I inform them. My phone rings before I have time to continue. I pull it out, finding my father’s name glaring at me. I consider not answering but realize if he’s up to something, perhaps I can drag it out of him. Pressing the device to my ear, I answer, “Nice to hear from you.” Sarcasm drips from my tone.
“I’d like to set up a meeting. You, me, and Vera. We’ll sort this out like a family.”
“And what makes you think a family with you is what I want?” I challenge, poking the bear, which I know is a bad idea.
“My suggestion would be to come here and listen to me. If Vera would like to see her father again, you’ll agree to my terms. I’m willing to work on this with you, Logan.” The tone of his voice is so cold I can’t help but shiver at the implication of him killing Vera’s father, his best friend. Or at least former best friend.
“Fine. We’ll be there.” I hang up, my gaze taking in Vera, who’s staring at me wide-eyed. “He wants to see us both. If I can get him to back down, it will give us time for Dax to get in touch with his contacts.” Even though I’m connected, most of the men I know get paid by my father, and they’ll never go against him.
“Are you sure you want to go in there?” Dax leans forward, his elbows on the table as he regards me. The man is big, as tall as I am, and just as broad shouldered. He looks strange, sitting at a table so small.
“I have to. If I don’t, he’ll come after Vera again, and I can’t let her get hurt.”
Vera’s soft voice breaks between us. “What if he does something to me while we’re there?”
I glance at her before answering, “Then I’ll take the fucker out in his own home.” Pushing off the chair, Dax rises with me, offering his hand. I take it and shake, knowing he would be there if need be.
“You have my number,” he reminds me with a small grin.
“I do. I’ll call you when I know something. Keep digging,” I tell him and offer my hand to Vera. She laces her delicate fingers with mine. “Kael, Axe, thanks for coming to help when I needed you,” I tell the two guys. I’ve only met them a few times over the years, but they’re good guys.
“Of course,” Kael says as he shakes my hand.
Axe rises, tipping his fingers in a mock salute. “Anytime you need some fucker dealt with, you call me.”
I turn and make my way out of the club with Vera hot on my heels. She’s taking the atmosphere in. I can see her head darting left and right as she watches the girls strut around in their skimpy outfits.
“Do those guys have girlfriends?” she whispers under her breath when we reach the door. “I mean, they work in a place where girls are stripping.”
“The ladies dance,” I tell her. “They’re professional. And yeah, all three have women.” I chuckle as her eyes go wide. “Why? Don’t think you can handle me working in a place like that, Beauty?”
“No. I mean, I trust you . . .” Her words taper off into the silence that surrounds us. She’s shy, I can tell by the way she looks at the ground, and her cheeks are flushed.
“Listen to me, Beauty.” I stop, cupping her face in my hands. “You’re mine. No other woman would ever come close to being what you are to me. It’s going to take us time to find our feet in this relationship, but I’m willing to try if you are. No woman has given me what you have, and I’m not about to allow that to leave my life. I’m not walking away from you, not this time.”
Her face is a picture of affection and happiness when she looks up at me. A quick nod and I press my lips to hers. “Let’s go.” Her words force me forward, and I know whatever we’re about to walk into will change our lives forever.
Either I’m going to kill my father, or he’s going to finally realize what an evil bastard he is and step back from everything. One thing is for sure—he isn’t getting his claws into mine and Vera’s lives or future family.
The drive through the city is silent, but the tension is heavy between us. The cab is filled with anxiety, which twists in my gut. Even though I won’t allow anyone to hurt Vera, the thought of losing her grips my heart painfully.
By the time we pull up outside the house, I’m so tens
e my white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel feels as if my hands are glued it. I want to tell Vera to wait here, but my father made it understood he wanted to see us both.
“When we walk in there, you stay behind me.” My order is clear. “Do you understand me, Vera?” I glance over at my girl in the passenger seat. “I don’t want you hurt in any way, and if he tries anything, I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”
My girl meets my stare, a small smile on her trembling lips. “I know. I’m not going anywhere without you.” Her promise calms me somewhat, but it can’t erase how something dark twists in my gut.
It feels as if it’s the calm before the storm.
And I’ve always hated rain.
34
Vera
Logan exits the vehicle without another word. I watch him round the front before getting to my door. He opens it, helping me from the seat. Our fingers are laced as we make our way toward the massive front door.
Carvings adorn the dark wood, and I can’t make out what they are before the portal slides open, and a beautiful woman smiles at us. She steps aside, allowing us entrance.
“Mr. Oakridge is in the office,” she tells Logan, but when she glances at me, her face pales in shock. “You look just like the lady.” She says, her mouth falls open, but she doesn’t say anything more.
“What lady?” I ask, but she only shakes her head and scurries away.
It’s strange, but when I look at Logan, I notice he seems as confused as I am. I follow him as he leads me through the entrance hall that reminds me of my childhood home.
I grew up with a beautiful, middle-class house. My father was always there for me. My mother died when I was young, and I don’t remember her much. Daddy always told me I was just like her with my beauty, but strangely enough, he never kept photos of her out like I would imagine any other widower would. There was only one I found when I was fifteen. When I saw her, I recognized her immediately—a dark-haired beauty who stole my father’s heart.
