004: What have I done?

~~~Rhea~~~

Things were escalating faster than I expected.

If you ask me honestly, I don't know how things got heated soo fast. He's Logan fucking Draegor. This man is dangerous and I'm busy fucking him.

I don't want this. Sebastian is a really nice guy and I'm betraying him. But the intense tension between us grew unbearable. Logan’s dark presence, his raw hunger for me, and the undeniable pull I felt toward him slowly broke my resistance.

I want him. All of him. I'm a virgin that has never been fucked before. I don't know why he's soo obsessed with me but right now, I don't think a give a fuck about that.

Logan’s mouth was still on my neck, sucking and biting, when he suddenly spun me around. My chest hit the wall with a soft thud. Before I could even gasp, he yanked my panties down roughly, the lace scraping against my thighs.

“Logan— wait—” I started, but the words died the second two thick fingers pushed inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my forehead pressing against the cool wall. He was so big. Just two fingers stretched me open, filling me in a way I’d never felt before. My walls clenched around him instinctively, wet and hot.

“You’re dripping for me already,” he growled against my ear, voice low and filthy. His fingers curled deep inside, stroking that spot that made my knees buckle. “Tell me to stop, Moon. Tell me you don’t want this. I'll stop immediately.”

I opened my mouth, but only a broken whimper came out as he started pumping his fingers slowly, deliberately, dragging them in and out while his thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, teasing circles.

“I… I shouldn’t—” I gasped, but my hips were already pushing back against his hand, chasing the pleasure. My body was betraying me so badly. Every stroke sent sparks shooting up my spine. I was getting wetter, the obscene wet sounds of his fingers fucking me filling the quiet room.

Logan chuckled darkly, adding a third finger, stretching me even more. “That’s not a stop, baby. You’re sucking my fingers in like you’ve been waiting for this.”

He pumped them faster, harder, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me while his thumb pressed firmer on my clit. My thighs started shaking. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in my belly, building so fast I could barely breathe.

“Logan… oh god, I’m— I’m gonna—”

“Come on my fingers like a good girl,” he ordered, biting down on my shoulder.

I shattered.

The orgasm crashed through me hard. I cried out, my walls pulsing wildly around his thick fingers as waves of pleasure ripped through my body. My legs trembled violently. I would’ve fallen if he wasn’t holding me up. He kept stroking me through it, drawing out every last shudder until I was a whimpering, panting mess against the wall.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, then brought them to my mouth.

“Open.”

I obeyed without thinking, parting my lips. He pushed his wet fingers inside, letting me taste myself on him. The act was so dirty it made my face burn with shame and fresh arousal. I licked and sucked them clean, moaning softly around his digits.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. Then he replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing me deep and filthy, sharing my own taste with me.

I heard his belt buckle, then the sound of his zipper. My heart pounded as he freed himself.

I looked over my shoulder.

Holy fuck.

His cock was massive. Thick, long, heavily veined, and rock-hard, the head already leaking. It looked almost intimidating. I’d never seen anything like it. My stomach flipped with a mix of fear and dark, forbidden hunger. This was really happening. I was about to lose my virginity to my fiancé’s godfather.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I really, really shouldn’t.

Suddenly his voice dropped even lower, darker, dangerous and possessive.

“Has anyone ever fucked this tight little pussy before, little Moon?”

The question hit me like a shock. The thought of someone else claiming me before him seemed to make his blood burn hotter — I could feel it in the way his cock hardened, more aggressive, almost angry.

“No,” I moaned, the word slipping out between shaky breaths.

“Never.”

He let out a dark, satisfied chuckle that sent a shiver through me.

“Good,” he murmured, voice rough with approval. “You saved me the stress of cutting off some fucker's dick.”

My eyes flew wide open in shock. What the fuck did he just say? My mind reeled, a mix of fear and twisted heat flooding through me. He was serious. This man was actually capable of doing something like that. Cutting of someone's dick. Of course, he's the powerful Logan Draegor. It isn't impossible for him. The fact that bothers me the most is that he's willing to cut of someone's dick because of they fucked me.

I knew he was hinting at Sebastian. That means if Sebastian had fucked me, he'd have chopped of his dick.

How demonic can this man be? Sebastian is his Godson!!

I didn’t even have time to fully process the terrifying thoughts before he pulled his fingers out, lined up his massive cock, and thrust inside me in one powerful stroke.

Without any warning, Logan gripped my hips hard, lined up his thick cock, and thrust into me in one powerful stroke.

I cried out sharply, the sudden burning stretch making tears spring to my eyes. He was so fucking big. It felt like he was splitting me open, filling every inch of me. The pain was sharp at first, but it quickly melted into overwhelming, mind-numbing pleasure as he bottomed out deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice strained. He pulled back slowly, then slammed back in, harder this time, setting a brutal rhythm.

One of his hands slid around to the front, his fingers finding my swollen clit again, rubbing fast, firm circles while he fucked me against the wall. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with my broken moans and his low grunts filled the room.

Every thrust pushed me higher. His thick cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. My hands pressed desperately against the wall, trying to hold on as he pounded into me.

I didn’t know sex was this good. Oh my God, I love it.

“Logan… oh my god— it’s too much—” I gasped, voice cracking.

“You can take it,” he growled, biting my shoulder. “Take every inch like the good little slut you are for me.”

His words should’ve disgusted me, but they only made me wetter. My hips started pushing back to meet his thrusts. The pleasure built again, fast and vicious. My thighs shook. My vision blurred.

“I’m gonna come again—” I whimpered.

“Then come on my cock, Moon. Let me feel you.”

I came hard, screaming his name as my walls clenched tightly around his thick length. The orgasm was even stronger than the first one, ripping through me until my legs nearly gave out. Logan held me up, fucking me through it with deep, punishing strokes until he finally buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan, filling me with hot pulses.

For a long moment, the only sounds were our heavy breathing.

He stayed buried deep inside me, forehead pressed to the back of my neck, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist like he had no intention of letting go.

And all I could think, over and over, was:

What the hell have I done?