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Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 028: Want me to go deeper?
~~~Logan~~~Fuck, man. Pinning my woman against the wall and fucking the hell out of her mouth had been nowhere on the schedule when I walked into the club tonight. Destiny, though, had other plans. It dragged her pretty ass straight through the doors of Nocturne Abyss like it wanted me to lose whatever thin grip on restraint I still had left.I was certain she had no idea the place belonged to me. If she had, she never would have shown up looking like that, all soft curves and stubborn attitude, walking into the lion’s den without a clue.I had been sitting in the far corner of the upper VIP section, one arm stretched along the back of the black leather booth, legs stretched out, the picture of lazy control. The booth sat high enough and dark enough that I could see every inch of the main floor without anyone seeing me unless I wanted them to. The second she stepped into the room a few minutes earlier with that loud-mouthed friend of hers, my eyes locked onto her and stayed there. S
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 027: Good to see you again my little moon.
~~~Rhea~~~The air behind me turned ice-cold.That dominating, intimidating aura wrapped around me like a living thing, heavy, lethal, and absolute. The kind of presence that made the entire dance floor feel smaller. People closest to us instinctively stepped back without even knowing why.I didn’t turn around. I just didn't want to see the face of the man standing behind me. A large hand shot past my shoulder like a strike. His fingers closed around the guy’s wrist mid-lunge with brutal precision. There was a sharp, sickening twist, probably his bones and joint forced the wrong way. The guy’s face contorted. A broken scream tore out of his throat as his body crumpled forward, knees almost hitting the floor hard but this lunatic wanker that's currently making cold shivers run down my spine behind me refused to let him drop to the floor, instead twisting his hand hard.He still hadn’t said a word.He just stood there behind me, towering, silent, the red lights casting long shadows acr
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 026: Hey, Brandon.
~~~Rhea~~~My eyes flew wide. My breath caught hard in my throat. A full-body shiver ripped down my spine as every muscle tensed at once. I spun around fast, heart pounding against my ribs. My eyes darted left, then right, scanning every dark corner, every shadowed face in the red lights.Nothing.No tall frame. No cold stare. No Logan.Just bodies pressed tight, hands roaming, mouths on necks, people shouting and cheering toward the ring deeper inside. Lust and noise everywhere. The air thick with sweat, smoke, and something electric.My chest still felt tight.Addie noticed my discomfort and stepped closer, brows pulling together.“What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost.”I turned to her. Terror must’ve been written all over my face because her expression shifted to concern.“Did you notice anyone strange standing behind us… like I mean…”I stopped mid-sentence. My mouth stayed open for a second.What the hell was I even saying? How could Logan be here? Not possible. I h
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 025: Nocturne Abyss
~~~Rhea~~~“What?”That was the word that spilled from my lips right after Addie’s nonsensical ones. My brows pulled together. My mouth stayed half-open.“An under fucking what did you call it?”Addie slumped her shoulders and rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. She dropped her voice lower, almost like she was talking to a slow kid.“An underground ring club, sweetheart. Not a hell. You don't have to overreact.”I stared at her like she’d just suggested we rob a bank.“An underground ring club? Are you out of your damn mind?” I crossed my arms tight over my chest, frowning hard. “Addie, that place is full of criminals, blood, and God-knows-what else. We’re not going. I’m a good girl. I don’t do shady underground shit. What if something happens? What if we get jumped? What if mom and dad finds out? What if—”Addie cut me off with a loud sigh and a dramatic eye-roll. She stepped closer, grabbing both my wrists so I couldn’t keep gesturing.“What if. What if. What if.
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 024: Am I not still handsome?
~~~Rhea~~~ Addie cursed out loud, irritation scattering across her face like someone just spit in her coffee. “Why is this motherfucker with abs so flat they could double as a fucking ironing board for sad, virgin laundry still breathing?” she muttered, loud enough for half the sidewalk to hear. My brows creased. Confusion mixed with pure disgust curling in my gut. Why the hell did he suddenly show up? Great. Just fucking great. The cab had already pulled away. A sharp breath whooshed out of me, angry and tired. This guy was so damn annoying. Across the road, Sebastian was still waving both hands high, signaling for us not to leave. His head kept whipping left and right, watching for cars like a nervous deer before he dared to cross. Trying not to get turned into street pizza by some random fucker behind the wheel. Addie scoffed beside me and rolled her eyes hard. “I really wish that flat-abs motherfucker gets hit by a car and dies.” I shot her a cold glare. “Fuck,
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 023: Sebastian?
~~~Rhea~~~Phewww. I'm a little relieved. The loan sharks had given us extra 45 days to pay. Dad was taken to the hospital after having that panic attack yesterday. He was given some drugs and now he's a bit fine.After all that, the next thing is to hustle to get the money. I need to find every way possible to get it before the 45 days reach it peak.Today had been a fucking rough day. Being an author wasn’t easy at all. My brain felt like it was melting. I’d been sitting in the office, staring at the blank document for hours, fingers frozen over the keys, brainstorming ideas for this new book. The title was still locked up tight in my head, not ready to spill it yet. But trust me, it was gonna be mad. The best thing I’d ever written. Dark. Twisted. Obsessive. Exactly the kind of story that made my pulse jump. The money I get from the book should solve probably half of my problems. My boss would probably give me a promotion and increase my salary if i do well.The problem? Writing t
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