Stolen Hearts: A Dark Billionaire Collection

by Elizabeth Knox

“If you’re leaving the penthouse without me, you will have a security guard with you at all times, Brook. It’s not up for negotiation.”

  “I don’t need a watch dog, I’m fine.”

  “You say that a lot.” Logan huffed, he was becoming irritated and yet so was I.

  “What?”

  “That you’re fine when you’re not. Don’t hide your feelings from me, you know you need someone watching out for you. I won’t be able to be with you all the time, Brook. I have meetings that I have to attend, business that I need to take care of, and you have the same. Your makeup line is launching next Friday, and I cannot go around Atlanta with you for the next week. I have a security team that will be with you.”

  “Logan.” I was trying to object with him until he interrupted me.

  “Brooklyn. Do you care about me?”

  “Of course, I do.” I wanted to smack him for even asking me that question. What a prick. I more than cared about Logan Steele; I was falling in love with him.

  “Then take my needs into consideration. I need you to be safe, part of that is by being protected. I can’t focus on work if you’re trying to slip your detail, or if you’re objecting to this. I need you to accept this for me.”

  “Fine. I’ll budge, but Logan, I need you to do something for me.” I rose from the couch. “Don’t ever ask me if I care about you, you already know the answer to that,” I growled at him. Boy, he pissed me off when he asked me that. We already had others doubting our…relationship, and what I didn’t need was to be questioned about it by him. My father did that enough already. I walked into his bedroom, sliding on my side of the bed.

  My side.

  Nope, it’s way too soon to say it’s my side of the bed.

  I melted into the fluffy comforter, pulling it up over my shoulders. Logan slid in on his side of the bed, his arms stretched out, pulling me towards him.

  “I’m kind of annoyed with you right now.” I tried to turn around so I wouldn’t face him. He wouldn’t let me, his hand came up to my neck, tilting my jaw up so I had to stare at him. I had to stare at all of his glorious masculinity. His chiseled body, his dark brown locks, had grown out in the past couple weeks, making him look a little lumberjack-y. His facial hair had grown out, and I liked it more, it was almost a full beard and damn, he looked scrumptious in a three-piece suit.

  “Get angry, baby, the sex will be that much better,” he teased, staring me down with those big hazel eyes.

  “Oh my God Logan!” I shoved at him, and he chuckled in response. There was no way I was having sex with him right now. No way.

  “It’s not going to happen.” He pushed me onto my back, hovering over my body.

  “Wanna bet?” He grinned, staring at my body, his hand glided up my leg and stopped where my shorts were. Dammit. It was going to happen. It so was. Logan Steele was my kryptonite. What am I getting myself into?

  Chapter Twelve

  Brooklyn

  He fucked me good last night. I wasn’t walking right, and I had a full night of sleep. I haven’t slept that well in…years? I had to think well on that, but it was probably years. After a while, your body becomes accustom to restless sleep and more often than not being kept up with insomnia, but it had been totally different this time. I glanced over to his clock on the nightstand; it was a little past six in the morning. I got up, sliding on one of his dress shirts and walked into the kitchen. I buttoned it up, opening the fridge and pulling out some ham, spinach, onion and eggs. Logan never kept his fridge fully stocked, something I planned on changing if I was going to have to stay here for a bit. He could cook, but hated cooking. On the other hand, I loved to cook and found so much joy in preparing different and new meals.

  I found some bowls and a pan, cracked the eggs into the bowl, finely slicing some onions, the ham steak and spinach, I added them into the bowl, waiting until the pan was preheated to pour them inside. Logan’s kitchenware was very advanced. If I had to guess, I’d say that some commercial chefs would be jealous of his appliances.

  It heated up in no time, and I slid the first bit of the raw eggs in the pan, letting it cook.

  “Smells good,” Logan came from the living area; he looked different.

  “Mhmm, I made omelets. You shaved? Ugh, I’m gonna miss that,” I pouted at him.

  He chuckled at me, going to the fridge and pulling out some orange juice. “Want some?” I nodded and he poured me a glass, handing it to me.

  I flipped the omelet over, cooking the other side, then grabbed a couple plates from the cabinets. “I’m surprised you’re up so early…normally I beat you.” I went to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing some coffee beans, starting a pot.

  “The smell woke me up, can’t say no to some good grub,” I laughed, going back to the stove to check on the omelet. It was done, I put it on a plate, grabbing a fork, handing it to Logan.

  “Have I ever told you how well you cook?” He looked up at me, flashing that smile that I love so much, and I melted on the spot.

  “What’s with you? You’re never this…happy in the morning.” Logan is a night owl, he is not an early bird. I learned that very quickly, verryyy quickly. He is snappy and so grouchy in the morning, like The Grinch grouchy. Probably even more grouchy than The Grinch.

  “What’s not to love? I’ve got a beautiful half naked woman cooking for me.” I poured more of the egg batter into the pan. The coffee maker beeped, and I poured Logan a cup and then one for myself.

  “Thanks.” He winked at me.

  “What time are you going into the office?” I flipped the omelet over, waiting for his response.

  “I don’t know yet, maybe ten.” Ten was his usual arrival time, like I said, Logan was not a morning person. He’d rather stay until six or seven versus coming in early. I slid the omelet onto my plate, standing next to the island as I began eating it. After I was finished, I put the plate in the dishwasher, went over to the coffee pot, and refilled his cup.

  “What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” he asked, smiling mischievously.

  “Do you want Mexican or Italian?” I was tired of normal roasts, chicken, and fish. Let’s spice it up.

  “Either. What about dessert?” I grabbed his plate from him, putting it in the dishwasher. “If you’re lucky, me.”

  “The hell he is,” I turned around, seeing double. Double.

  Double Trouble.

  This is real life parent trap right here.

  Two of Logan. My jaw fell to the floor; bearded Logan walking from the doorframe of his bedroom over to the island, shaved Logan at the island.

  “Wha- I’m – What the actual fuck?!” I looked between the two, glancing at them both. They looked the same; one just has no facial hair.

  It hit me all at once. “You didn’t tell me one of your brothers was… an identical twin?!” I grabbed some vodka out of his liquor cabinet, taking a swig of it.

  I was definitely going to need it.

  “A little early, isn’t it?” Logan said, circling his arms around me.

  “Um, I’ve been flirting with your brother, walking around here with my ass hanging out for the past twenty minutes so…. no. It’s not too early. Dammit, Logan!”

  “That’s Jordan, Jordan this is Brooklyn,” Logan made introductions. Jordan grinned widely, shaking his head.

  “Normally, I would not meet my – um Logan’s family dressed like this.” I was blushing, the warmth flooded to my face.

  “I’ve met a lot of Logan’s women wearing a lot less. You’re Mother Teresa compared to some of the women I’ve seen.” Jordan chuckled, stopping when Logan sent him a glare.

  “Any other family members you want to tell me about?”

  “Christian’s here too; sloppy fucker came off the plane wasted.” Jordan said, pointing to the spare bedroom. I know it hadn’t been too long since his accident, he shouldn’t be traveling or drinking.

  “He shouldn’t even be fucking drinking right now!” Logan snapped, “He’s ou
r baby brother,” his hands still around my waist.

  A door creaked open, exposing a tall, pale version of Logan with blonde hair. Holy. Oh my God. This was not a man, he was some sort of alien specimen.

  “You pussies have to be so fucking loud, don’t you?” he growled, sliding onto a barstool, his hands going over his face. You could tell he was hungover, or maybe even still a little drunk.

  “Is that even human?” I whispered to Logan, pointing to his little brother. Logan and Jordan laughed.

  “He looks like he came straight out of twilight.” I bet if he walked into the sunlight he would sparkle like Edward Cullen too.

  “Hey, your bitch making anyone else breakfast? That shit smelled good.” Instead of speaking to me, he directed his attention to Logan. I’d known him for maybe three minutes, and I already didn’t like him.

  “Christian, this will be your first and last warning. Brooklyn is not my bitch, she’s my girlfriend. If you disrespect her like that again, you won’t be recognizable, brother or not. She is not making your breakfast, make it yourself.” Logan’s the leader, Jordan seems to be the funny ladies’ man, and Christian must be the ass.

  “Girlfriend?!” Christian and Jordan both said simultaneously. I was thinking the same thing.

  “Wait…You mean to tell me you have a girlfriend. You’re committed completely?” Christian laughed it out, Jordan chuckling behind him.

  “Why is that so funny? I must be missing something.”

  “After Tara, he said he’d never be in a relationship with a woman again.” Christian spat it out, still chuckling.

  “I guess you lost that bet.” Jordan elbowed Christian, pushing him off the barstool.

  “You never said we were exclusive.” I finished my coffee, turning to put the mug in the dishwasher, realizing my ass was still on full display. Shit, but they’d probably seen my ass in my modeling campaigns anyway. A stinging sensation hit my ass, burning like wildfire.

  “What the hell?!” I snapped at him, slapping his ass.

  “Cover that perky little ass up.” He growled it out to me.

  “How the hell was I supposed to know your brothers were going to be here – who you didn’t tell me were coming! So, don’t slap my ass when it’s your fault I’m displaying my assets in the first place.” I walked over to his room, hearing him shout “angry sex!”

  “You’re fucking delusional, you’ll be lucky if you get laid this week at all!” I slammed the door behind me, going into the bathroom to take a hot, hot shower. I really needed to calm my tingling nerves and try to forget about the handprint on my ass.

  Logan

  “She got any sisters?” Jordan asked, chuckling his monkey ass off.

  “No, she doesn’t. And even if she did, I would not steer them in the way of your BDSM shit” Jordan chuckles at me, little does he know I’m serious.

  “I like her,” Christian added, grabbing a cup of coffee.

  “She put you in your place,” Jordan laughed, wiping tears away from his face.

  “I wish I could’ve taken a photo when she said you’d be lucky to get laid this week.” I smacked Christian on the head, walking towards my bedroom door.

  “Where you going? She is pissed at you.”

  “I’m going to take what’s mine. She’s lucky she got five minutes after that fit.”

  Brooklyn was in the shower, her hands lathering up her hair, slowly gliding over parts of her body. I removed my pants, stepping in behind her. “Let me do that for you.” I growled next to her, she jumped, slipping. I took the opportunity to turn her around, flip her back against the wall, and press her body against it.

  “Oh God, that’s cold,” Brooklyn moaned.

  “I’ll warm you up,” I knelt down in front of her, pressing my tongue on her clit, lathering my fingers with her wetness. She was soaked.

  “You liked getting spanked? Didn’t you? You naughty girl.” I smacked her ass. “Tell me baby, tell me how much you liked it.”

  “I loved it,” she sighed, her hips rolling against my mouth.

  “So close already?” I slid two fingers into her wetness, her heat convulsing around them. She was still so tight. I circled my tongue on her clit, flicking the little nub up and down until she started to shake, telling me her orgasm was coming.

  “Mhmm, Oh, Logan,” she moaned, pressing her tight little pussy against my mouth. I bit on her clit, she screamed, her hands pulling at my hair.

  “Logan, please, please.”

  “Please what, precious?”

  “Please, fuck me, I need you, I need you inside me!” I slid my fingers out of her pussy, stood up, tugging on her nipples as I rose.

  “Logan, fuck me already.” I could tell she was starting to get impatient. I lifted her leg, pressing it against my hip, my cock right at her entrance. She moved her hips, trying to slide down.

  “Stay still or I won’t. I won’t do a damn thing.”

  “Logan, please, baby. I’m dying over here. You know I wouldn’t have lasted a week, I’m sorry, please baby, fuck me, make me see stars. I need you.” I smacked her ass hard, she groaned, not moving as I directed. I slid my length into her, her tight pussy gripping me like no other. She was molded for me, for my cock. I put my thumb over her clit, playing gently with the sensitive flesh. I moved my mouth to her neck, biting her skin. She moved her hands over me, I stopped.

  “I told you not to move,” I grunted against her neck, biting down hard against her flesh. I knew I was going to leave marks and bruises all over her.

  “I need to touch you,” she moaned. “Logan, please. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life, please, baby.”

  I started to move, in and out, in and out, pressing my thumb against her clit. Her body was trembling beneath me, I increased the pace, rubbing against her G-spot.

  “Logan, I’m, I’m going to come soon!” She moaned against me. I squeezed her nipple with my free hand, her heat tightened around me, showing me just how close she was.

  “Come for me baby, go ahead.” I increased the pace of my thumb over her clit, gliding faster and faster over it. I met my lips over hers as she cried out, her orgasm lasted for minutes. I finally let myself come after I knew she was satisfied.

  “I love – the way you fuck me!” She paused in the middle, I knew what she was trying to say. I’m afraid to say the words to her too. She has every way to break me, to break my heart.

  “Precious?”

  “Mhmm?” She pressed her head against my chest. I slid out of her, carrying her out of the shower, drying her off with a towel.

  “Eyes to me.” She immediately met her eyes with mine, “Don’t be afraid to tell me how you feel, ever. I never want there to be unspoken words between us. Okay?” Because there could be a day where I might not come back home to her. I would never tell her that, but that’s the God’s honest truth.

  “Okay,” she nodded, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Precious,” I held her against my body, my arms holding her so she couldn’t get away from my grip.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I love you.” She met her lips with mine, brushing them gently, standing on her tiptoes to try to reach me.

  I met her half way, leaning over her. “Say it when you’re ready, nothing before. I don’t want you to rush what you feel.”

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brooklyn

  Logan told me that he loved me this morning, and I was having a hard time with that. We’d known each other for just a couple of months. In the back of my mind, I told myself it was too soon to be having any sort of feelings for him, especially feelings this deep and meaningful. People feel in different ways, on different timelines. Sometimes, it takes people months to say they love one another, but with others, it takes days, even weeks.

  It was too soon. Way too soon.

  But was it? Was it really too soon?

  Logan was…fire, he was electric, he made me doubt everything my mi
nd was telling me.

  I thought I’d been in love before, hell, I thought I was in love with Bryce. But with Logan, it was so different, so much more different that I even doubted I was in love with Bryce, and we were together for years. Our relationship had been strong, but it had been based on so much less than the feelings we had for each other.

  Logan made it hard for me to think straight. When he was in the room I had to remind myself to breathe. I felt constantly on edge when I was around him. Yet, he made me feel so comfortable. There was no explaining the way he made me feel.

  It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

  “Where to, Miss Harper?” Reggie asked. I’d seen him hanging around Logan a bit, but now he was my own personal security. I found out that before working for Logan, he’d been in the military, and apparently, he was the best in the business.

  I was on my way to meet Alfred at Mason’s. Reggie followed me as we went all over the city this morning, prepping for the launch of my line next week. Even with Reggie’s size and stature, it was hard to tell he was tailing me. He was a brute of a man at six five, his broad shoulders and muscle stretched out to the end of his shirt. I thought he could give Logan a run for his money.

  But Alfred, I was dreading going to meet him. We hadn’t seen each other since our disagreement at the event a couple weeks ago, and I really wasn’t looking forward to it. He’d called and texted me numerous times for the past week, but I wasn’t ready to talk to him. Alfred…I didn’t even know how to say how he hurt me. He was using Logan’s business relationship to persuade him to end things with me, because apparently, the feelings we held for one another didn’t matter to Alfred. My happiness didn’t matter to him.

  That hurt, it hurt me so deeply. I know Alfred thought he was doing the right thing for me. He thought that Logan would end up hurting me, but he wouldn’t. Logan has done nothing but protect me since the first night I met him. I didn’t know how Alfred was going to react to me, to what I had to say to him. That was part of the reason I chose for us to meet at Mason’s; it was neutral ground, and I could run if I had to.