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032: This guy is a sick prick
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2026-08-16 23:20:47
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Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 033: I sent my p**n video.
~~~Rhea~~~My cheeks must be bright red by now. How the hell did he even get my number? And what does he want this time?Wait— My eyes flew wide. Hope he’s not at my window right now thinking of jumping in like some kidnapper or armed robber.My heart started hammering. I scrambled off the bed and rushed to the window, yanking the curtain aside. Empty. Just the quiet street and the usual parked cars. No tall, dangerous silhouette lurking in the dark.Thank God. The psycho isn’t here. Otherwise I have no idea what I’d tell my parents when they walk in and find the great Logan Draegor trying to sneak into my bedroom with a rope like some deranged rom-com villain. The mental image alone almost made me laugh out of pure panic.Jesus. Just the thought of it makes my skin crawl.I jumped when my phone vibrated in my hand again.Unknown Number: Leaving me on read is bad etiquette, baby. I know you’re there.Me: How the hell do you have my number?Unknown Number: It’s a lot easier th
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 032: This guy is a sick prick
~~~Rhea~~~I know it now for sure.That sick man has completely lost it. Nothing on this earth can convince me he hasn’t gone full psychotic. He’s a special breed of unhinged with absolutely no brakes, and the fact that I’m the subject of his twisted little fetish is fucking terrifying.Jesus. Fuck.How could he just… carve into himself like that? Just to prove a point to me? What the hell is wrong with him? Or maybe the better question is — what’s wrong with me for even putting that idea in his head?Guilt sat heavy in my chest. Someone bled for me tonight. I watched it happen. I stood there while he cut my name into his own skin like it was nothing, and now I can’t get the image out of my head.A heavy sigh left my lips.Holy Christ. When is this guy going to stop doing crazy shit like this?The funny, messed-up part? I still don’t want to stop wanting him.Thank God there was a hospital nearby. I broke the stupid kiss and then I drove him there myself because the blood just kept se
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 031: Are you worried about me baby?
~~~Rhea~~~Yep!A dark little thought swirled through my mind and the corner of my mouth lifted before I could stop it. Maybe this was my chance to finally get rid of this fucker. I was dead-ass sure he would never do what I was about to ask. No one would. And when he refused, I could look him in the eye and tell him trust was impossible. I could walk away clean.I tilted my chin up, still pinned against the wall, and kept my voice steady.“If you really mean it… take out your knife and carve my initial into your chest. Right now. Deep enough that it scars..”He went completely quiet.His face turned blank, unreadable, those dark eyes locked on mine with zero expression. I couldn’t tell what the hell was going through his head. Not anger. Not shock. Just empty.Yes. Finally. He wasn’t going to do it. I could already feel the freedom starting to slip back into my chest. This was it. The moment he proved he had limits. The moment I got to walk away.Then the corner of his mouth twit
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 030: I don't trust you!
~~~Rhea~~~My blood ran cold so fast it felt like someone had dumped ice water straight into my veins. My temperature dropped, skin prickling, every muscle locking up for half a second as pure terror mixed with white-hot anger. Jesus, this fucker. He was seriously threatening my friends. The people who actually gave a shit about me.I don't know where I got the courage from because I'm surprised by my next action. I lunged at him.I jumped forward and went straight for his neck, fingers curled like claws, ready to dig in and tear but of course, due to his superb reflex action, and my terrible's, he caught my hand. My reflexes were trash compared to his. He caught my wrist mid-air like it was nothing, grip iron-tight.“Don’t you dare hurt my friends, fucker!” I snarled, voice shaking with rage.His gaze darkened instantly. A low, dangerous rumble rolled out of his chest. In one smooth, brutal motion he spun me around using the hand he still held. My chest slammed against the cold wall.
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 029: I think my little moon is a liar.
~~~Rhea~~~Jesus, what the fuck is going on.My chest was rising and falling like I’d just run a mile, every breath ragged and too loud in my own ears. This bloody pervert had me pinned against the wall of his own club, and my body was doing whatever the hell it wanted without asking my brain for permission. His nose was buried against the side of my neck, dragging in a slow, deep inhale like he was trying to memorize the scent of me. Then his mouth followed, open and hot, pressing wet kisses along the same path. He was acting like one of those feral lycan werewolves I’d read about in late-night novels—the kind who finally found their mate after ten years of searching and refused to let go.Fuck.My traitorous body was liking it. A lot.I should have slapped him across the face the second he shoved my dress up and dragged my panties to the side. That had been the moment. The clear line. Instead I just stood there, legs trembling, and let out the stupidest, softest moan when his finger
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
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