Filthy Secret

Hadley

PRESENT

Pulling myself from the clutches of the man who owned my soul, I slid off the bed and trudged into the bathroom.

My muscles ached, every inch of me a reminder that Logan got what he wanted. No matter if I was in the mood or not, when he wanted me, he took it. Even if I said no.

“I’m tired, Logan.”

“Yeah, well I’m not.” Logan captured my bicep in his firm hand, spinning me around toward him.

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“Knees,” he growled. “Now.”

I attempted to struggle out of his grip, but he was too strong for me. “What’s with you?”

Instead of answering my question, he forced me to the floor. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it.” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he ripped open his pants with his free hand and pulled out his cock. I had never seen him so hard. So…unraveled.

“I told you I just wanted to sleep tonight.” I placed my hands against his stomach, trying with everything in me to push him away. Before I could say anymore, he tightened his hold on my hair and ripped my head back. The rough move forced my mouth to fall open. He took that as his chance and thrust every inch of him down the back of my tongue.

A hard groan left him, but he didn’t let up.

I whimpered, trying to breathe through my nose and not gag around the brutal thrusts of his dick.

“Fuck, baby, so good.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, spittle dripping out of the corners of my mouth.

His dark eyes locked with mine. “Fight me,” he bit out through clenched teeth, pulling me down the length of him. When my lips pressed up against the base of his cock, it pulsed along my tongue. “Fight me, Hadley.”

My lips burned at being forced open for so long, but I did as I was told and struggled against him. I knew he liked it dark, but I had no idea just how dark his desires went.

“Yes,” he panted. “Fight me harder.”

I shoved him back with everything in me, forcing him to rip his cock free from my mouth. “What the hell, Logan?”

But instead of answering, he fell to his knees and pushed me onto my back.

“Logan,” I cried. “Seriously. Stop this.”

He didn’t listen. It only seemed to turn him on more. Flipping me onto my stomach, he shoved my shorts down and over my ass. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered in my ear. “Tell me that didn’t turn you on. When I took from you what you weren’t willing to give me. Tell me you’re not wet right now.” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my head.

Logan reached a hand between us. When his fingers came into contact with my soaked pussy, he chuckled.

I shook my head, trying to force my incessant need for more from my head.

The depravity of our sex was evident on my skin, but I refused to look in the mirror and see my shame.

Logan knew how I liked to be used and took full advantage of it.

If only his parents knew how not so perfect their son truly was.

After I used the toilet, I washed my hands and took a chance by looking in the mirror. Tonight hadn’t been that bad. Logan must have had a good night. When he had a shitty day at work, that was when he usually took it out on me. His days were long, and I tried my best to keep his life at home stress free, but I could only do so much.

“Hadley.”

I jumped at the sound of the deep voice coming from the bed.

The mattress shifted and seconds later, Logan was standing at the bathroom door in all his naked glory.

I looked away before I could stop myself.

In a quick move, his fingers dug into my jaw, forcing my head around to meet his stare. “Every time.”

I shoved my head out of his grip. “Maybe if you learned to be more gentle, I could actually look at you.”

He chuckled, walking past me but not before letting his fingers graze my ass. “Keep telling yourself that, baby. You like it when I fuck you like a damn whore and make you squeal and beg for everything I’m willing to give you. You also like it when I don’t stop even after you say no.” My jaw clenched, a sharp pain shooting up the side of my face.

I was only pissed because he was right. He knew that. I knew that. But it still didn’t mean that I liked hearing it any less.

“What are you doing today?” he asked, stepping in front of the toilet.

“I’m having lunch with your mom and sister.” And will try not to murder either of them in the meantime.

I left the bathroom, not waiting for him to comment and slipped back into bed.

Logan joined me a moment later, wrapping his big body around mine.

“You’re discussing more wedding plans?” he asked, dipping his hand between my legs.

My breath caught. “Yes.”

“Good.” His teeth found the side of my throat, igniting a low moan to escape me. He grunted his approval, knowing as much as I tried denying it, I liked when he was rough. I liked when he took what he wanted from me without asking. I probably should have cared. There was clearly something wrong with me when a lot of the times our sex left me exhausted and sore after.

I was smaller than him, so pain was bound to happen.

Logan had his kinks. His hobbies and vices that he was into.

I just happened to be his favorite toy to play with.

****

PAST

“Have coffee with me.”

I laughed. “I already have a coffee.”

Logan took the mug from me and brought it up to his lips. He winked, pulling back the rest of my coffee. “There.” He placed the empty

mug on the table between us. “Now you need more.”

I pouted, looking in the mug. “I was enjoying that.”

“Were you?” His voice came out smooth and cocky. “And tell me, Hadley, just how much were you enjoying that coffee?”

The tiny hairs on my skin tingled at the way he asked that question. It was as if sex dripped from his words like honey.

Clearing my throat, I ran the tip of my finger along the rim of the mug. “I was enjoying it a lot.” I wasn’t a flirt by any means. I also didn’t have guys lining up at my door so I could practice either. I took what I knew from movies and reading and that was it.

Logan grinned and sat back in his chair. “Coffee. With me.” He stood. “Now.”

“Are you a caveman now?” I giggled, shaking my head.

He chuckled, grabbed our empty mugs and brought them to the counter.

He placed his order, looking back at me over his shoulder every so often. I gave him a little wave.

He winked.

My stomach fluttered.

When the barista made us fresh mugs of coffee, he brought them back to the table. I gave him a small smile, thanked him, and took a sip.

Checking my phone, I found several text messages from Pamela.

Pamela: Are you at the coffee shop?

Pamela: Girl, if you see that guy again, please be careful. There’s something off about him.

I frowned at her warning.

Pamela: I love you, Hadley. I just want what’s best for you.

A sigh left me.

How did she even know what was best for me when I didn’t know myself?

Logan seemed nice. I knew to be cautious and careful, but it was nice talking to someone who didn’t know my past or where I had come from.

“Hey.”

I jumped as Logan moved to the chair right beside me.

“You good? You seem off.”

My heart warmed at the concern in his voice. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

We drank our coffees in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Was this what it was like? Couples who had been together for so long, they didn’t have to talk to enjoy each other. I wasn’t sure. But a part of me wondered if I would ever find out.