Unravel (Unbound Trilogy Book 1)

by Kathy Coopmans

  I’m manipulating her the only way I know how. Seducing her and when she finds out, it’s going to devastate her.

  Disgrace. A pig. A selfish son of a bitch.

  I’m those and more.

  Ellie’s the kind of woman who makes a man think long and hard about what he’d do to keep her, and that’s a big goddamn problem for me. Because if she keeps wedging farther under my skin, it won’t be long until she’s slithered into my heart, and in the end, when I do lose her, it’ll smash mine as much as hers.

  A gasp falls from her sweet mouth. There isn’t anything I can do but breathe it in and take. Give her pleasure and watch her unravel.

  The air grows heavy between us, and every second that ticks, the agony drains from her gorgeous face, leaving whatever hypnotic thing that drew us together in the first place.

  It dangles close enough for me to brush my fingertips across, but it will always be out of my reach.

  “I need you screaming my name because the only thing you’re able to think about is my tongue between your legs sucking on your hard wet clit. You need me to find the spots on your body that set you aflame. You need me to touch your smooth skin, to run my hands up your thighs and spread you wide. You need my mouth on your overheated flesh, my tongue on your aching nipples, my lips on yours. You need my cock as much as I need to slip inside your slick wet pussy. You need to lose control as you did before.”

  Breaking in her body is the easy part of getting to the core of this woman because unlike most women I’ve fucked, Ellie’s body doesn’t lie.

  She moans a yes and closes her eyes, my mind anticipating the things I could do to this woman, the way she’s going to fall apart when I give her what she needs.

  Fuck, I want to tie her up, spread her legs and ravish her.

  I have one leg on the other side of hell anyway. May as well get what I can before the gates open wide.

  Her soft whimpers of anticipation are my undoing. “You like it rough and so do I,” I rumble against those fuck-able lips of hers. So fucking delicious that I can’t wait for her to wrap them around my cock.

  When my thumb brushes across the cut, her face curls against the light grip of my hand. Seeing that there makes me want to kill the man all over again. Only this time, I’d do it by beating the flesh off his bones.

  I swallow, dive back in, and inhale her shaky little breaths. My lips pressing firmly against hers. Every time I taste her, I feel alive.

  Unable to contain myself any longer, I slide one hand to the back of her neck, keep my eyes open, and fuck her mouth.

  Consuming as the world outside of her bedroom fades. I take what I want without guilt. Everything inside of me goes quiet. The only thing I hear is her moans. The only thing I feel is her tongue exploring my mouth.

  She tastes like mine.

  Strength and beauty and sunshine.

  Her breath hitches when I unhook from her mouth and slide down her body and pitch onto my knees.

  Gripping the silk of her panties by those curvy full hips that drive me out of my mind, I pull them down her legs, exposing the sweetest cunt I’ve seen and tasted.

  I inhale. Her arousal is erotic and smells divine. Before tasting Ellie, it had been a long time since I ate pussy. Might have fucked women left and right. Always having my dick wrapped tightly but going down on one. Not a goddamn chance.

  “Seeing you like this, breathless and tempting, body aching for more makes me lose my mind. I’m going to eat your pussy. I’m going to drive us both insane while I learn and teach and when I finally fuck you again, your build up will fucking explode.”

  The sound of her gasp goes straight to my cock.

  All I see when I look up at her are darkened eyes, an enticing open mouth, and pink cheeks — hard nipples through the thin shirt covering up her full breasts. Everything I’ve dreamed, her face, her tight little body would express right before I seduced her is pouring out of her.

  “Fucking beautiful.”

  All we do is stare at each other as my hands grip hold of her ankles. Her even allowing me to touch her is more than I could ask after what happened.

  I’m not a believer that what I’m doing is going to erase the years of pain she’s lived. Fighting those demons that live in a beautiful soul I have no right to taint.

  Her legs quiver from my touch. They shake the higher my dirty hands climb up her smooth skin. By the time I dip them underneath the hem of her shirt, pushing it high enough to get a glimpse of her tits, she’s squirming. Her pulse is thrumming alongside the delicate slope of her neck.

  Fuck, she has a nice rack. My cock needs in between those firm breasts.

  “Jesus, Ellie.” I inhale as I take a long look at her pretty pink pussy and take stock to memory the view of it neatly trimmed in my face, wetness leaking down her thighs. There’s no darkness obscuring my perfect view like before when I carried her through my house.

  Flawless.

  Mine.

  About came in my jeans when she said no one had been inside her. It pissed me off and had me grateful at the same damn time. My needy cock is begging to sink inside of her again. Every time I think of her from now on, I’ll have a hard-on thinking of her glistening pussy wet only for me.

  Christ, if and when I lose her, I’m going to suffer. I can already see it waiting to slither inside. That ‘I told you so’ sitting at the base of my ear.

  Leaning in, I tunnel my shoulders between her thighs, spread her legs, my fingers kneading into her flesh, my tongue licks the line of her juices on her thighs straight to her folds. Fuck me. She tastes incredible. A whole lot of sin mixed with her sweetness.

  She’s full of desire, flames roaring inside and I’m the man who's going to burn while I push them out.

  “Logan.”

  My name a croaky moan when I snag her clit between my teeth and clamp down. I run my tongue around the nub that’s hard as a diamond, soothing it before nipping my way down to where I plunder my tongue in her dripping wet channel.

  I shove it into her as far as it will go. Bury my face and lick, nip and fuck her with my tongue.

  Greedy, that’s what I am.

  Gluttonous for punishment.

  Looking back up, expressive turned-on eyes bore into mine. My view from below this woman on the edge of coming has to be one of the most erotically intimate moments I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  Her breath clips and her eyes slam shut when I replace my mouth with my middle finger and thrust inside, curling at just the right angle, and wiggle the tip.

  Fuck, I want inside her.

  Slowly opening her lids, she begs just the way I want her to. “Logan, please, I need to come.”

  I lift my head to test her. Pushing that control, she doesn’t want to give a little further my way.

  “Trust me, Ellie, you’ll come when I tell you to come. If you do, I’ll stop, turn you over my knee and spank your ass.”

  “No, you won’t. I want more.” She whimpers, caught up in my trance.

  “I love tasting you. Love your tight little body. Your spicy little sassy mouth is one of the sexiest things about you. It gets me hard knowing you challenge me.”

  I watch her expression, her lips forming an O. That head of hers with all that black hair shaking back and forth, eyes flaming with a plea she’s not quite ready to spit out of that sharp mouth.

  She’s going to cave, but she’s also going to be stubborn. Wouldn’t want her any other way.

  “You want me licking your pussy, don’t you? You’d let me take every single thing that I want and need right now, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes. Don’t think for a second I don’t know what you're doing, Logan. I said I was inexperienced, didn’t say I was a fool.”

  I lift a brow.

  “You’re a lot of things, but a fool you are not. This pussy though, it’s greedy for my fingers, tongue, and cock. Push your shirt up farther and pinch your nipples. I need to see you playing with those perfect tits.”

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nbsp; Her face flushes, and just like I’m controlling her body, Ellie unclenches those soft hands I want to be wrapped around my cock and pumping hard. She lifts her head, bunches up the shirt and yanks it over in a rush. Shaky palms cover her breasts and fingers tipped in a shade of light pink tweak the hardened nubs.

  “You’re a woman after my heart, aren’t you? Harder, pinch them until you feel the pain mixed with the pleasure of my tongue.”

  I slide in another finger and increase my strokes, dipping my tongue right back in. Ellie’s breathing builds, her back arching and legs squeezing around my head as I lick a lazy circle around her throbbing clit. Those little noises coming out of her mouth causes blood to blast straight to my cock.

  A dazed headrush.

  “Oh good God, please,” she screams, lifts those lush hips and presses herself farther into my face.

  “That’s my girl; take what you need.”

  We stare at each other as I flick my tongue in and out, actions guaranteed to send this woman over the edge.

  “This is perfect.” I tug on her clit, it throbs against my tongue. “I dreamt about what you’d look like sprawled out in the light of day. Pink and tight. I wondered if you’d taste just as sweet as before. You taste even better. I have a feeling you will every time I bury my head in between these thighs. I want to eat you until you bend to my will. I want to lick, brand your skin with my teeth, and my hands. I want to protect you from the assholes who look at you wishing they could have one little sample of what you taste like. Hold on, sweetheart; I’m going to make sure you know who this pussy belongs to.”

  We hold one another’s thundery eyes until she pinches hers closed.

  “I get you don’t want to give me control. I need you to open your eyes, Ellie. Don’t ever close them when a part of me is inside you. Watching you fall apart is a necessity for me.”

  I flick my tongue over her clit.

  In an instant, her eyes shoot open, and I feel her shattering.

  Spasms start rocking through the nerves of her pussy. Her pleasure under my control, my demand.

  Gathering and agonizingly beautiful to watch.

  “That’s it, Ellie, come for me, come screaming my name.”

  She coils her fingers into my hair, yanking hard, a scream ripping from her throat.

  “Logan.”

  Hearing my name is a mind shattering sound.

  Makes me hate it and love it at the same damn time.

  I run my lips over her mound, across the tremors that fire under the soft, pale flesh of her stomach. Her skin is as smooth as velvet.

  I want to indulge and touch every inch.

  By the time Ellie is done riding on ecstasy, her breathing back under control, tiny whimpers fading into the air. I look deep into her eyes, and I see it there. The distrust, the way she shamefully let me control her.

  “Don’t; this is the beginning of you and me. Tomorrow, let me show you a piece of my world that I’ve never shown another woman. Let me set you free in every way.” I’d give her the moon if I could.

  For a moment, her eyes squeeze close before she nods calmly.

  I only hope that nod was her accepting the fate she’s mine. I’ll fight for her with everything within me.

  Fighting and fucking. I’ve been doing both for a long damn time.

  Have this feeling once Ellie knows everything, I’ll be stopping one of them and diving right back into the other.

  Chapter 11

  Ellie

  Curiosity. It got the best of me.

  The destination my hands steered me to is bewitching. I am not afraid of being here. I am not frightened in the least if whoever had someone attack me is here and figuring out a way to do it again. I will come at them with both barrels loaded. However, the things I’ve seen are a mass confusion to my overthinking mind.

  Logan sparks me. He’s the match that started the flame. I felt nothing for so long, and suddenly, I feel everything all at once. So on a stupid whim, I came here.

  “Do you have any questions?” the gorgeous woman who’s been giving the grand tour of a place I never thought I’d step foot in asks. Her name left my thoughts the second she took me into the first room. I stood there unable to move as I watched two women and a man go at it. One woman rode his face, and another straddled his lap with her head thrown back in utter bliss. And they were doing it right along with many others — all in the same room.

  The act itself didn’t turn me on. The woman’s face, as she came, did. She either wanted what she was getting, or she’s a damn good actress.

  A warning bell bangs around in my head.

  A different kind than the one when I first discovered who Logan is.

  How could a woman like me ever be enough when Logan has all this?

  “Where is the teaching area?” I’m priming myself for the one question I’ll probably regret asking.

  She bites her bottom lip, hesitating as if she’s contemplating on whether to answer. Makes me wonder if somehow throughout our time together she found out who I am. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if she did, wasn’t like I was paying her much attention anyway. Not with what was happening in every room she took me in.

  “It’s off limits unless you’re a student.”

  “Oh, I’m taking it school is in session.” Somehow I manage to get the words out around the blaze that licks around my throat.

  “It is, but it’s not Logan doing the teaching. He stopped quite a while ago.” She’s gazing at me understandingly now. Yup, she most definitely knows who I am. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on between you and Logan, it’s none of my business. I will say, he has never taken a liking to anyone the way he has you. I’ve worked here for five years and I’ve met a lot of people. Made some good friends and I’ve made enemies along the way. I also met my husband here. I fell for him hard and when he told me this wasn’t for him, I made a decision and I chose him. Not once have I regretted it. Not once has he asked me to quit working here. It’s all about choices and trust. Wait in here; I’ll grab you a bottle of water.”

  This is most definitely not my thing, and she isn’t bringing me water either. I’d dare to guess it won’t be long before Logan is barging through the door.

  “Thank you.”

  Someone once said a curious mind is the most powerful thing a person owns. I never gave that much thought until mine got the best of me and I decided to come to this club thinking it would be the best way to see this side of Logan with my own eyes. After the things I saw people doing in front of others, I firmly believe a person’s body is more powerful than anything else. It’s a weapon for seduction.

  And I have no idea how to seduce a man.

  I lean up against the glass as she shuts the door, barely able to breathe, feeling the cold, slimy fingers of men and women who watched me with hawk-like eyes when I stepped through the entrance of Behind Closed Doors. Women and men, both sex-driven eyed me as if they’d take the chance to meet every one of my desires. They all gawked at me like I was fresh meat and they couldn’t wait to take a bite. I can still feel them crawling up my spine and squeezing my neck with all the strength they had.

  Ruthless and savage.

  On legs barely able to hold me up, I nearly jump out of my skin, a little squeal breaking free as I turn around, cutting my unraveling mind from the door to the noise coming from behind me.

  I gasp, and my eyes bug when I realize my little tour hostess has shut me in one of the private rooms she pointed out earlier. “Why in God’s name would she put me in the line of a room full of people doing things I will never be able to erase?”

  My gaze remains on the couples sprinkled just beyond my reach. The view from here is like standing right in front of them. I can make out what everyone on the other side of the room is doing in their cushy little booths. I can see some of the action on the beds lining both sides of the wall.

  They are kinkily fucking and sucking and enjoying themselves.

  Just like every o
ther fancy nightclub I’ve been to, Behind Closed Doors is as reverberating and elegant as the rest. Marble bars, bright lights, leather couches, booths set under a soft sensual glow of dim lights, and the smell of a night filled with dirty sex in the air — drinks delivered by women wearing less than nothing. Men and women are grinding against one another on the dance floor to music with a heavy thumping sexual beat that does its job by hitting you in the middle of your legs.

  This club is gorgeous on the inside, three floors in a renovated Plantation situated on The West Bank of The Mississippi River. There are even cabins that are rented out by the day, the week, the weekend, for members to host private parties.

  I can’t even imagine what goes on inside of them.

  The spacious room in front of me is decorated in old-school southern charm, and the paintings on the walls are eye-catching. Women in the throes of ecstasy as they take on two men. Guys with their heads buried between one woman’s legs while another sits on his cock — men with men. Women with women and people are standing in the shadows watching. All of them calling out as if they’d seen and held the millions of sex acts I’d imagine performed inside this building, and everywhere you look the standard rule of no means no is plastered in bright neon colors.

  And there are cameras everywhere. Noticing them has me keeping my eye on the door through the window expecting Logan to come barreling through and demand me to leave. He could try. I have every right to witness with my own eyes what goes on in here. After all, he flung me in it without telling me.

  “You told him you didn’t want to know about this club, Ellie.” I whisper.

  The thing is, all I have left to give is my heart. I won’t give it to anyone I don’t believe will cherish it. It’s silly to think Logan wants it when we barely know each other, and I’m far from ready to give it away. Still, I had to see this part of Logan’s life.

  From what I’ve seen and what is happening at the moment, I’m not as prepared for this as much as I convinced myself I was, much like the man who drew me into wanting to get to know him.