Chapter 50
FIFTY
Off The Edge (with LUNA AURA) - VIOLA, LUNA AURA
Logan isn’t done. “He wants to crawl and eat from your hand.”
My whole body is tense, but my mouth wants to fall open. Did he just say…crawl?
“Down, cub.” Logan grins at me, putting his heavy hands on my shoulders.
Panic runs through me. “No!” It’s all so much so soon. My entire body is on fire, and it’s such a strange sensation. I’ve never felt this…alive. I was just pressed up against Ronan. The killer. The hot killer. When did killers become hot? They’re never hot, not that Ronan’s hot per se, but objectively, I’m sure women would find him attractive. His hard body was all over me, and fuck, he smelled good. He smelled like laundry detergent, and why the fuck did he have to smell so good?
Just like last night, I’m hard. Harder than hard, which makes no sense because I’ve had flings before, and it never felt like this. In fact, I had to concentrate to get it up. Not that the women weren’t hot—they were. So hot that my coworkers were both super excited for me and also super mad at me at the same time.
Dirty. Disgusting .
“Cub,” Logan’s still pressing on my shoulders. “Down.”
“No,” I say again, but my voice is less powerful. There’s something magical about Logan’s hands. That’s the only other explanation. Before I know it, my knees are on the ground, and Logan has followed me down.
“My name…” I avoid saying the s. I can’t stutter. “Dakota.”
“But you make such a cute little bear cub.” Logan’s voice is a purr in my ear. “And I think you need to learn that when we say jump, you ask how high. And when we say crawl–” He gives me a shove so hard I have to catch myself on my hands.
Humiliation melts across my skin like little snowflakes. It sends a thrill through me like a sudden chill.
What the fuck?
“Do we need to make it hurt?” Logan’s voice is soft, like he’s talking to a lover.
There’s another thrill that I instantly shut down. Because I’m disgusting.
Suddenly, there’s a smack to the back of my head. It doesn’t quite hurt, but it does wake me up.
“Out of your head, Kota. Crawl.”
No, no, no. But slowly, I slide my right hand across the floor. Then, my left knee. My ears are hot, and I want to stop.
“Good boy,” Logan croons.
Then I move my left hand, then my left knee.
I’m just doing this so they don’t kill me. I’m just doing it to survive.
I ignore the pleasure curling up in my body. It’s not pleasure. It’s shame.
It’s…both?
Suddenly, I’m there at Ronan’s feet. He has white socks on, and I just stare at them. I’m afraid if I look up, he’ll see how much I like this. How disgusting I am.
Suddenly, Ronan’s hand is under my chin, and he’s tilting my head up. “Open.”
I stare up at him. Ronan looks…fascinated. His pupils are blown, and there’s a flush across his cheeks.
Oh hell. He likes this.
Ronan’s other hand has a Cheeto in it, and he brings it down to my mouth. “Eat.”
Instinct tells me to say no. To get up and scream in his face. To go down fighting. But instinct also screams to listen to him. To watch what his face does when I obey. To see if he likes it.
And it’s not just my life on the line. It’s my mom’s too.
And so I take the food. I eat it out of Ronan’s hands like a dog.
Ronan’s face lights in approval. His pupils widen even more, and he looks at me with a look that is damn near…proud.
“Good boy. Good fucking boy.”