Of Loss & Betrayal (Madison & Logan Book 2) by S.H. Kolee Read Free Book Online Page A

“What about him?”
    “We touched base while I was in L.A. and he actually came to see me at the hospital because he found out about my accident from one of my colleagues. He’s coming out here for work next week, so he called me today to make plans to hang out. Of course, I’d love for you to meet him. I thought we could all go out to dinner one night.”
    Was this some sort of cosmic joke? I wondered if somehow Logan knew that I had snooped and he was testing me. But, apart from having his apartment rigged with cameras, there was no way he could know. This just had to be a crazy coincidence. It was also an opportunity. I could ask Mack face to face whether Logan was screwing around with Kristina, and it would be much harder for Mack to lie in person than on the phone.
    “Sure, that sounds like fun.”
    “Speaking of fun…” Logan’s hands slid down my arms and slipped under my shirt, stroking my stomach. I tensed reflexively, feeling on guard with him for the first time in a long while. He obviously felt my reaction because his hands stilled.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, and despite my fears of Logan’s infidelity, I still felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips brushed against my ear when he spoke. Maybe physical pleasure could blot out all the pain of today’s revelations. I was at least willing to try.
    “Nothing,” I whispered, slipping my hands under my shirt and covering his hands with mine. I guided them higher to cover my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened under the warmth of his hands, even through the barrier of my bra. “I need you to fuck me hard tonight.”
    Logan gripped the cups of my bra and pulled them down, freeing my breasts which were already responding in anticipation of what was to come. I caught my breath when he grabbed my nipples and twisted them between his thumb and forefinger. Pleasure, heightened by an edge of pain, shot through me and I whimpered as I arched my back, asking for more.
    “Get up and take your clothes off,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “I want to see my slut’s body that belongs to me.”
    We shifted into our own little world as raw desire propelled us into a space that seemed almost foreign in our everyday lives. Sure, there were times when we had sex and it was just vanilla, but those instances were few and far between. Our norm was Logan using me as his sexual plaything and me loving it. Tonight I was grateful for it, because I was able to lose myself in it and push everything else out of my mind.
    I stood up and faced Logan on the couch. His normally brilliant blue eyes were dark with desire as he watched me with a predator-like gaze. I gripped the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up, only breaking eye contact for a brief second when I pulled it over my head. I shimmied out of my pants so that I was standing there in only a bra and panties. Before I could continue to undress, Logan stood up abruptly. I stared at him as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops of his pants. Instead of dropping it onto the floor and continuing to undress, he looped it around his hand, all the while never breaking eye contact with me. I felt myself start to breathe heavily as anticipation mounted. Logan had never used a belt on me before, but I had a pretty good idea of where he was going.
    “Did I tell you to stop?” he asked, his voice guttural. “You’re not naked yet.”
    He sat back down and continued to watch me. My gaze dropped down to his hand with the belt, mesmerized by the way his thumb stroked against the hard leather. I was still watching his hand as I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it drop to the floor. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, stepping out of them.
    “Kneel in front of me.”
    I obeyed Logan’s command as my eyes raised to his. I could see the desire on his face and it made me want to please him even more.
    “Please,” I whispered.
    Logan raised