20 - Vixen
Cordelia
I swallow the lump lodged in my throat, exposed to the predatory gleam in his eyes. My mouth opens and closes before I finally locate my voice.
“What?” I stutter. “Why?”
Logan towers over me. His height alone is enough to make him intimidating, never mind the devious smile playing on his lips.
“Because it’s time to deliver your punishment.”
The colour drains from my face, lips pressing together as the anxiety kicks in.
Something fleeting rushes through me, a mere spark amongst the flurry of emotions building.
A moment of intensity curls around us as we delve into an offhand staring competition.
Him: eyes glazed with desire, unwavering and unblinking.
And me, eyes wide open, giving away every nuance of the fear swirling through my mind.
In a split-second decision, I dive under the beefy arm gripping the marble. Before I have time to even consider running, Logan tangles his fist in my hair. Pain radiates from my scalp as he yanks me backward by my ponytail.
“Nice try,” he drawls. “But you’re mine.” He locks an arm around my middle to validate his ridiculous point.
I buck and scramble for leverage as he pushes me face-first to the floor with a palm flat against my spine.
It’s pointless: I’ll never win against his brutish brawn.
But there’s something thrilling when he takes my control without permission.
The fact that he can overpower me with such ease shouldn’t turn me on.
It shouldn’t, but it does. And the slick liquid pooling between my thighs is proof.
Logan wins the fight and drags me across his knees, just as he promised in the coffee shop.
His legs lay heavy over mine, anchoring me to the floor.
A firm hand on my back keeps me in check.
The cool air skates over my bare arse as he peels the material away.
He hooks a single finger under my knickers, twangs the elastic and sniggers like the devil.
Fucker.
“I was happy with doing this against the counter,” he says far too conversationally. “But would you look at that? I’ve got you over my knee, after all.”
“Let go of me, you pervert,” I spit, wriggling around like a worm on a hook. His hard-on presses into my side, sending a jolt of lightning to my pussy. I still, eyes bulging at the sensation. Deft fingers stroke my cheeks, making me shudder.
“Let’s not pretend you’re not getting off on this lack of control, Cordelia.”
His voice is silky smooth, fucking honey dipped in cyanide.
I smack my lips together, refusing to play this shitty game with him. And in response to my silence, he slaps me twice in quick succession. Once on each arse cheek.
“Fu—” I bite my tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my voice.
The burn beneath his palm hits hard. I can’t believe he’s spanking me like a child. The audacity.
“Grace me with your sweet innocence.”
My lips remain zipped shut.
“Three seconds. Talk.”
A pause.
“Vixen.”
I swallow hard. My ragged breathing fills the space. And my heart battering against my chest.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
THWACK!
The noise that spews from my lips isn’t human, as the raw, heated skin burns like fire.
“Fuck! Okay. Okay. I’ll talk,” I wail. “That wasn’t even three seconds!”
“Good girl,” he chuckles to himself, before sliding his hand between my legs, fingers gliding through my wetness. “I’d say you quite like being dominated.”
“Arsehole,” I grumble at the floor, but as I do my eyes grow wide as he strokes my sensitive bud like it’s something precious. Then it’s gone just like that and–
SMACK!
Fuck. Tears burn my vision. Legs shaking in anger, and something that feels dangerously close to excitement.
I risk a glance over my shoulder, and his eyes are blazing hotter than the depths of fiery hell.
One hand hovers over my arse, which might as well double up as a stop sign at this point.
Logan leans in closer, chin dipped, grey eyes savage, and smirk slanted.
“Any more insults you need to get off your chest? I’ve got all night to discipline you and your potty mouth.”
If glares could kill, he’d be 6ft under rotting in a hole in the ground right now.
What an absolute prick. Who the hell does he think he is?
In my silence, his smirk widens. Those dark eyebrows fly skyward, and he cocks his head to the side.
Drumming his fingers on my right cheek, sending spine-tingling vibrations straight to my pussy.
“Nothing else to say?”
I want to call him every name under the sun, but don’t want my arse to burn equally hot. So, I shake my head and thin my lips.
Logan laughs, hauls me to my feet, slams me against the counter, and kisses me. It’s rough and possessive. And an obvious show of dominance, demanding my complete submission. Which I will not give him.
Sliding his fingers through my hair, he grips the back of my head, holding me in place.
Without invitation or warning, his tongue darts between my lips.
We meet in a battle of wills, neither one of us prepared to yield.
Our tongues dance a tango together, playing a dubious game of give and take that’s sure to end in total domination.
Teeth tug at my bottom lip, sucking and nipping.
Enough to justify the sharp sting, followed by the throbbing between my legs.
I yelp, and he takes full advantage, ramming his tongue so far down my throat I see stars.
Blood, passion, and blazing heat: a riot on my tongue.
His hands roam over the top of my clothes, tracing the lines where fabric meets skin.
Every move is facilitated; every touch, every stroke, designed to bring me to the brink, then leave me trembling on the cliff edge, staring at my decimation.
His hand drops past my tummy, burrowing between my clenched thighs.
Pressing his thumb against my swollen nub with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle, he drives his fingers inside my wet opening.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, every nerve alight with elation.
His mouth continues to ravage me, maintaining a perfect pace between his fingers and his lips.
And destroying me in the process.
Refusing to surrender, I do the only thing I can think of in the moment to reap back some control. I bite him. Like he bit me, but harder. So hard, I’m not convinced I don’t pierce a hole straight through his dirty tongue.
“Fuck!” he snarls, hand flying to his mouth as blood seeps between his fingers.
I use the moment of distraction to break free and sprint, lungs burning with defiance.
“This cat-and-mouse game isn’t doing you any favours,” he says, voice a low rumble. “It’s a massive. fucking. turn. on.”
Logan’s on me before I’m halfway up the stairs. His fingers snake around my bare ankle before sliding me onto my back.
“You wanna play rough, darlin?” His eyes sparkle under the white spotlights. Blood drips over his lips and chin. He’s a vampire, ready to feast. “Just remember. You started it.”
Then he tears my underwear off with his teeth and drives his face into my pussy. Sucking. Licking. Tongue swirling inside me. I’m thrown into a cyclone so chaotic and electrifying that a wave of ecstasy crashes through my very core.
I scream… Luckily Logan doesn’t have direct neighbours, but the houses in the next town over might have heard that one.
“I barely have to touch you, and you come undone for me,” he holds his chin high, dripping with my juices. “I love it.”
“Your kind is incapable of fucking love,” I snarl at the man between my spread legs.
His tongue glides out, sweeping over his swollen lips, before diving back between my thighs.
“Get the fuck away from me—fuck!”
The asshole bit me. He actually bit my fucking clit. Said arsehole lifts his face just enough that I see his brow arch and the rogue look in his eyes. His lips curve against my pussy, and even that draws a moan of pleasure.
“Screw you, pretty-boy.”
He tugs on my ankle, dragging me down the last of the steps, and laying me flat against the hard floor.
Hungry eyes drink in every inch of my skin.
Thick thighs pin me to the ground whilst he rips his shirt off, revealing his sculpted chest, slick and glistening like the god Adonis himself.
My eyes round, feasting on his skin, every line, every curve, every fraction of him forged from sin and the strictest of discipline.
His skin is marred with scars, but somehow that just amplifies his perfection.
“I intend to.” His hands come down hard on either side of my face. The thunderous slap in my ears makes me jump, breath catching as the heat pulses between us. His nose is inches from mine, and I have the sudden urge to spit in his face just to spite him.
“I’m more than capable,” he says, eyes searching my face. “A ferocious kind of love. And as for fucking, well, you know the answer to that.”
His mouth homes in on mine, but I snap my head to the side at the last second. The disgust on my face clear and if that’s not enough, the palm I barricade my mouth with drives the point home.
“You can wash your mouth out before those lips come anywhere near me,” I say, but the scorn is muffled by my hand.
Logan reels back, momentarily shocked by me denying him what he wants. Before long, a wide smirk manifests on his face. “But you taste so fucking sweet, Cordelia. Let me show you.”
He wrestles my hand away and shoves his tongue between my lips before I can protest. My arousal coats my tongue; a concoction that’s sweet, sharp, and tinged with blood. Once he’s satisfied I’ve had enough, he arches his back, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Now. My filthy little vixen. I’m going to give you everything.”
In one swift motion, he flips me over onto my tummy, where I land with a splat, arms spread out in front of me. The sound of his zipper and his trousers coming down tells me exactly what’s going to happen next.
“No!” I shriek, pounding my fists on the floor, trying to use the momentum to crawl my body forward.
I told myself I wouldn’t do this again. I have to protect myself from him. From his twisted way of life. From his fucked-up world.
“Oh, yes.” Two simple words filled with the darkest of promises. He drags me back to his vicinity. “You’re going to take my cock like a good fucking girl.” He spreads my legs wider with his knees, and heat surges straight to my pussy like a damn electric current. “You’re already soaking for me.”
I pull myself up, but it only gives him better access. He thrusts inside me, my traitorous core so saturated that there’s zero resistance. Pumping hard, fast, relentlessly, forcing my walls to open for him.
I push myself onto my knees, bracing my elbows against the ground. Glancing over my shoulder, I revel in his wolfish expression, a momentary loss of composure before I shove my arse in his face.
He pauses. And bends over my back to nibble and suck the sensitive shell of my ear.
“Thrust that arse in my face one more time, Cordelia. I fucking. dare you.”
Then, he crushes me under his solid form and whips my arms out from under me, securing them behind my back. And now I’m fucked.
Figuratively and literally.
“You’re mine.” Thrust. “Don’t provoke me.” Pound. “You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
His fingernails dig into my skin, but I push against him, angling myself to meet every thrust of his hips.
We come together in a turbulent fusion of desire and entanglement.
My orgasm rips through me, a tidal wave sweeping away reason and leaving only sensation behind.
I hold my breath the entire time, toes curling as the euphoria skyrockets through my entire body, leaving me blissfully sated.
Logan pulls out, unaffected by the mess, and collapses on top of me. Breathing as if it were his last.
“You’re officially the best bad decision I’ve ever made, Cordelia.”
Hands shaking in the aftermath, I glare at the floor.
“And you’re still my fucking worst.”