Chapter 51
Serena
“How does it make you feel? Knowing that he died before he could be held accountable?”
We’ve been sitting in front of the fire, talking about this for a while now.
He has opened up about witnessing his family’s murder and nearly joining them.
I totally get it now. I get where his darkness comes from.
No one can come back from that and be in the light.
It’s a wonder and a testament to him that he has stayed out of the complete black.
His strength of character is everything.
“He didn’t die. He was murdered,” he points out caustically, but then his face crumples. “I’m sorry, that was cold after everything you’ve been through today.”
Shaking my head, I take his hand and lace our fingers together. “Don’t think about me, right now. This is ‘you’ time.”
“You’re sweet, but you know what? Good fucking riddance. I’m done with this shit.” He drags me onto his lap and adds, “My cock needs to be in your pussy, but first, you forgot something.”
Wiggling and riling him up, I smile. “What’s that then?”
“Call your mom.” He deposits me next to him and stands up, crossing over to my phone, which will be all charged up by now.
Sighing, I take it from him and decide to rip the band-aid off. Dialing, I switch to speaker, wanting Logan to hear everything, mostly so I don’t have to repeat and waste more time. My pussy wants his cock, and this is getting in the way of that.
“Serena.” The sound of her voice sends a chill down my spine. I don’t know why I suddenly feel such resentment toward her.
“Why didn’t you tell me Quentin was my biological dad?” I ask, getting to the point of hurrying this shitshow along. I have no need for the drawn-out heart to hearts. I want to know what I want to know right now. Maybe in a week or a month, or a year, I’ll want to know more.
“Oh,” she says, “You know.”
“Yup.”
“How?”
“I have his fucking face,” I snarl, but Logan shakes his head and takes my hand to calm me down. It works like a charm. “Sorry,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
It fires up my engines and now I want to quit this call and ride his cock until I can’t come anymore.
“Okay, I understand your anger, but Quen is involved in some things—"
“I know all about the things,” I interrupt.
“So it should then come as no surprise to you that he did it to keep you safe.” Her very blunt, very solid statement hits home, and I clench my jaw.
“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”
“That’s all I’ve got.”
“Do you even love me?” I ask, choking back the sob.
“Oh, Rena. Don’t be silly. You know your father, and I adore you,” she says, her voice softening. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so many years, but he forbade it, and I understood why. It doesn’t make it a secret any easier to keep. I’m sorry.”
Her apology throws me. I was ready to cut her out of my life and hate her, but she was as much a toy in this game Quen was playing as me.
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” she asks quietly.
“I wasn’t…okay, I was. It’s been a lot.”
“I know. Please don’t think that we don’t love you. We do so much. You are ours. I don’t care that Quen is your biological father.”
Exchanging a glance with Logan, he raises an eyebrow. I guess Secret Society hits remain precisely that…a secret. She has no idea her brother was murdered.
“Who is my biological mother?”
The pause seems to go on forever.
“A woman called Anne Gardner. She died in childbirth.”
“Ooh.” That hits me harder than I expected as tears prick my eyes. “I killed her.”
“Oh, no, Rena. Don’t say that. This isn’t your fault.”
“But probably why Quen gave me up.”
“I think so.”
“So you did know more.”
“That is all I know, I swear. I’m sorry, Reenie. I know this must hurt.”
“I’m okay.” Now I get it. Now I understand why killing Kelly doesn’t bother me so much. I’m a killer and always have been.
“I need to go and think about this.”
“Of course. Please, Serena, don’t blame yourself, and I’m so, so sorry, baby. We love you, please know that.”
“I do.”
Hanging up, I blink at Logan.
“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“No, that was heavy.”
“Ugh!” I cry suddenly. “I am so sick of this. Just fuck me and help me forget all this shit for a bit.”
He grins wickedly. “Oh, you don’t need to ask me twice.”
He hauls me to my feet and spins me around, cupping my breasts as he nuzzles my neck.
“Rough, Logan. I want to feel every inch of my skin bruised, used, and ravaged.”
“Done, baby girl. And when this night is over, I want you to move in here with me permanently so I can never have you out of my sights.”
“I need to work.”
“No, you don’t. I have more money than I know what to do with.”
“Fuck that. I don’t mooch.”
He chuckles. “Mooch away, my good girl. I cannot wait to spoil you rotten and take care of your every whim. Please let me.”
The shiver that tingles over my skin is electrifying and exhilarating. “So you’re going to be like my sugar daddy?” I tease with a snort.
“Err,” he stammers. “How old do you think I am?”
Spinning in his arms to cup his face and press my body against his, I rub my thumb over his bottom lip. “Who the fuck cares? We’re in love, that’s all that matters.”
“Agreed,” he murmurs before he plunges his tongue into my mouth, bruising my lips, just like I asked.
Taking my hand, he leads me through his apartment with a mischievous glint in his eye. Guiding me to the dining room table, my heart pounding as anticipation builds within me.
How did he know what I wanted?
How does he always know what I crave from him?
He spins me around, pulling the pins out of my hair so the bun unravels the braid.
He glides his hands down my curves, removing my clothes bit by painfully slow bit until I’m left naked and wanting.
Pushing me forward, my breasts hit the table, and I gasp as the chill of the glass peaks my nipples.
He strips off and throws his clothes on top of mine before his hands roam my body, exploring every inch of me as I arch my back like a contented cat.
He flicks his tongue over the tattoo at the base of my spine, making me quiver with longing.
His touch becomes more demanding, his hips pushing me further into the table.
Grabbing my braid, tugging me closer to him as I bow my back against the strain, I gasp.
Running his fingers down the curvature of my spine as his lips move to my neck, kissing and nibbling until I can barely keep still, waves of pleasure radiating through me.
He pulls his mouth away, pressing his hard length against me.
Turning my head, using my braid to guide my movement, Logan’s mouth is on mine again, our tongues dancing together as he begins to slide himself inside me.
He grunts with pleasure as his cock slides deeper and deeper into my pussy, pushing my pleasure higher and higher.
The strength of his thrusts is causing the table to dig into me, hurting me, but I want it that way.
He pushes me closer to the edge of pleasure when his movements become savage as he drives his hips against mine.
A delicious heat builds up within me, making my core ache for a release.
Our moans mingle in the air, the sensation of his cock pounding my pussy, slamming into me, pushing me higher as he grips my hip and tightens his hold on the braid.
Reaching my peak, I scream, my entire body quivering as Logan's thrusts become more insistent, pushing me further into a state of pure bliss. Opening my legs wider for him, pushing my ass out so he drives deeper into me, I know the climax is close. It’s hovering there just out of my reach.
The words.
I need the praise.
“Does that feel good?” I moan, trying to encourage him.
He chuckles, knowing my game. “Oh, yes, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so hot around my cock. Am I hurting you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Never.”
“Good, that’s good. I don’t ever want to stop fucking you. You feel too good around my fat cock. So fucking gorgeous. I want to fuck you forever, baby girl.”
“Yes!” I scream, the orgasm edging closer.
He hauls me up by the braid, so my back is arched unnaturally. Gasping at the position, he surprises me when he lets me go and withdraws.
“Logan, please,” I beg. “Was I bad? Did I do something wrong?”
Spinning me around, he says, “No, you’re my good girl. My special princess. You let me fuck your pussy whenever I want to. You let me come inside you, taking my load like the clever, beautiful girl that you are.”
“Please, Logan.” Tears are seeping out of my eyes the longer he denies me the pleasure of his throbbing cock.
He lifts me onto the table and nestles between my legs, ramming his dick back into me harshly.
“Fuck, yes, Serena. You’re perfect. My cock is the perfect fit for your pussy. Do you feel it? Do you feel it buried deep inside you, riding you, stretching you, and filling you?”
“Yes!” I scream, my pussy responding to the words and soaking his cock to his delight.
“Oh, God, that feels wonderful, baby girl. Keep doing that. Keep soaking my cock with your come as I ride your sweet pussy. You look so fucking hot while I pound you.”
“Logan!” I scream as the orgasm crashes over me, shaking my body violently.
With each thrust, my walls tighten around him, milking him until nothing is left. His breathing grows heavier and his thrusts more erratic.
Wrapping my legs around him to draw him closer, he kisses my lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he relentlessly claims my body and my soul with his.
“Fuck. I’m coming, baby girl. I’m going to flood you with my cum. Do you want that?”
“Yes, Logan, please, please.”
He grunts as he shoots his load inside me, his cock pumping out his cum to fill my wet heat enough so it slides back out.
Withdrawing from me, he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Seeing my cum gushing out of your pussy turns me on so bad, baby girl.” He runs his fingers over his cum and shoves it back inside my pussy.
“So warm, so slippery, mmm, I love your pussy, baby girl.” Logan brings his fingers up to my clit and circles them gently over the sensitive nub, thrilling me once again.
“Come for me, Serena. I want to see your pussy contracting around my cum-soaked fingers. Fuck, it’s such a turn on. That’s it, baby girl. Mmm.”
“Ah!” I cry, arching my back as my orgasm races through my veins and straight to my clit.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “You love doing what I tell you, don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me.”
“Yes,” I pant before he lowers his mouth to my clit and sucks it roughly.
He bites down and tugs it, thrusting his fingers into me again, giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible. He will keep doing this to me until his cock is hard again and then I will straddle him and ride him like he’s never experienced before.
The wait is almost unbearable.