Another one of those cock-hardening moans came from the woman he was holding a not so reluctant prisoner against his bathroom wall, and he tipped her chin up with his other hand to read her expression.

“I would call that my cock, and unless you really do want me to spank that delicious, round bottom of yours, I suggest you do something to help him out.”

Her digits tightened around his shaft, and Logan swallowed his grunt of pleasure.

“Like this, Sir?”

Her whispered question and the snarky intonation she put on that title made his dominant side roar. She couldn’t know what that did to him, and soon he was past the ability to think, because the feel of her little fist sliding up and down his hard dick, the little mewls she made as though this was a huge turn-on for her, too … fuck it, he was in real danger of shooting his load right there and then, and that just wouldn’t do. He wanted to come inside her tight little pussy the first time around, before he claimed every one of her other willing holes.

Logan fisted his hand in her hair and pulling her head back growled his instructions.

“Enough.”

He pulled Hannah’s hand off his dick and slanted his lips over hers. Her tiny yelp in response to his rough handling granted him access, and he pushed his tong

ue inside her mouth, while he angled her head just so. When her hands slid up his shoulders and she pushed herself against him, he lost what little restraint he had and kissed her in earnest. He tongue-fucked her, in a very good imitation of what he was aching to do with his cock, while he ground his hips into her soft belly, and, grasping a generous handful of her luscious ass, pulled her tighter into him.

Hannah did not disappoint in her response. She kissed him back with the same feverish desire that coursed through his veins. The need to fill his lungs with oxygen forced him to break the kiss, and, panting, he rested his forehead on hers.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I need to be in you, woman. Tell me you want that, too.”

He pulled away just enough to read her expression, and the sight of her kiss-swollen lips, her pale skin already marked by his emerging stubble was the hugest fucking turn-on so far. Still, he had to be sure she was on board with this, so he forced himself to wait for her response. When none was forthcoming, other than the sounds of her rapid breathing, he tugged her hair again, a little harder this time. Tears sprang into her azure eyes, but she also clung tighter and bit her lip.

“Don’t do that. It makes me want to bite you all over, right after I turned your backside raw for not answering me straightaway.”

If that was possible her eyes grew even wider. She whispered something that he couldn’t quite catch over the roaring of his own heartbeat in his ears.

“What was that? Speak up, little dove, or I shall take your silence as consent. After all, you did come and see me, and I warned you what would happen if you did.”

He pulled her plump bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Hannah gasped and jerked, and he pulled back and licked that tiny drop of blood away. Her life’s essence exploded on his taste buds, made him hungry for more.

“Tell me you’re mine for tonight.”

Hannah groaned, wrapped her long legs around him, and clung.

“Yes, God, so help me, I am.”

Chapter Three

Hannah’s heart just about stopped at Logan’s reaction to her whispered reply. One minute she was an active participant in this frantic exploration of each other, the next, he’d flung her over his shoulder like a sack of spuds. The breath whooshed out of her lungs, not that she would have managed to utter a protest anyway, because the slap to her ass robbed her of the ability to do anything but squeak.

“Ow.”

The shoulder she was flung over moved as though the dratted man was laughing at her, and two more swats landed on her butt as Logan started to walk out of the bathroom.

“Hardly, little girl, but I can make them hurt if you’d like me to. You’ve had this coming, so take your punishment like a good little girl, and I may just reward you.”

Two more quick swats followed, which left her butt on fire, and then—oh good grief, she was so going to combust—he slid his hand up her inner thigh and cupped her pussy. She barely suppressed a groan, and there was no way he would miss how embarrassingly wet his caveman treatment of her had made her.

“I’m not five.” There, that almost sounded convincing, even as her breath hitched anew, when he slid what felt like one finger under the elastic of her underwear. “You can’t do that. I … oh God…”

With unerring precision that calloused digit had found her clit, and her internal muscles clenched in response to the circular motion he subjected that bundle of nerves to.

“I’m very aware of that, little dove, but you are a very naughty girl, are you not? So wet for me already.”

Hannah bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and demanding he put his oh so talented fingers back to her sensitive flesh, when he withdrew them. A door opened and shut, and then she flew through the air onto the hugest and softest bed she ever had the fortune to be thrown onto. Then again, had she ever been manhandled like this? And perhaps most importantly, would she have let anyone else do this?

Logan moved her with such ease, as though she weighed no more than a feather. With such utter confidence, as though it was his God-given right to do so, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet? Like the bad boys she liked to read about in her secret collection of romance novels—the ones no sane, liberated woman ought to want, yet couldn’t help but lust after—he seemed determined to take his pleasure.

Sure enough, before she’d even stopped bouncing he was on top of her. His considerable bulk pinned her to the mattress, further reiterating how much she was at this man’s mercy. When he wrapped her long hair around his fist and pulled her head sideways to make her look at him, the heated intensity in his eyes stoked her own internal flames of desire. She licked her lips, and time stood still when his gaze dropped to her mouth. The most sinful smile lit up his features, and then he rolled off her. Before she could mourn the loss of his body heat, he’d straddled her legs, and taking her arms pulled them up the bed until her fingertips touched the slats of the headboard. He curled her fingers around the structure, and growled his instructions.

“Leave them there, or I’ll have to tie them.”

Oh, good lord. He wouldn’t, would he?

He dropped a kiss on her exposed shoulder and ran his stubble roughened jaw along her neck. Hannah couldn’t help her involuntary shudder in response, and she felt him smile in the butterfly kisses he delivered in between words.

“So beautifully responsive. Trust me, my sweet little Hannah?”

Now there was a multi-million-dollar question, if ever she heard one. The hugely turned on part of her wanted to scream, “Yes”, but the sensible, wary part of her won out.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Good girl, you’d be fool to say yes.”

Jeez, when he called her a good girl in that deep voice, laced with approval and barely concealed lust, she simply melted inside. What in the hell was that all about? Things like that only happened in books not in real life, surely? Yet she couldn’t dispel the very real need that blossomed inside of her to hear him call her that again.

“Let me rephrase that question. Do you trust me enough to know that I’ll only have your pleasure in mind?”

His voice dropped even lower as he said that, and she held her breath when he started to tug at the zipper, which held the top part of her dress together. Cool air greeted her overheated skin with each agonizingly slow pull. The clasp for the strap across her back was next, followed by her bra closure, exposing her back entirely to his gaze. Logan sucked in a harsh breath, and she could almost feel the weight and heat of his stare caressing her body like a physical touch. Then his large hands were on her skin, following the curve of her spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to relax her muscles. She jumped when he swatted her butt a few more times in quick succession, until her ass felt like it was on fire. Hannah tightened her grasp on the headboard, grateful for something to hold onto, because far from the humiliating experience this should be, something entirely different was happening to her.

“I expect an answer when I ask you something, little girl.”

Logan slid her dress up until it was bunched around her hips, and pulled her knickers down.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you want me to say to that. I … oh … damn.”

Hannah’s words came out in gasps, because he’d grasped large handfuls of her butt cheeks, and squeezed. The resulting zing of pain shot straight to her pussy, and she bit her lips to stop herself from moaning in delight.

More of her arousal coated her labia, permeating the air with the scent of her need, which should have been mortally embarrassing.

His harsh inhale and the gentle, yet insistent way he ran his fingers through her pussy lips and murmured his approval left no room for doubt, however.

“Never mind, my sweet Hannah, your body tells me all I need to know. Here, taste how wet you are for me.”

A tug to her hair brought her head up, and before she could even grasp his intentions he’d pushed two of his fingers, slick with her arousal, into her mouth.