Logan POV

My heart was pounding in my chest.

What I said to her in this conversation would determine if she accepted or rejected me.

I couldn’t even think about the rejection. That couldn’t happen. I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t lose her.

She was mine. She belonged to me.

Just picturing her with another man…

The anger rose, and I was ready to break down the fucking house.

No. Fuck no. How could I let another man touch her? How could I let another man taste her? How could I let another man hear what I just heard upstairs? Her orgasms were mine. Her moans were mine.

SHE. WAS....