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040: How's my little moon doing?
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2026-09-02 19:42:29
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Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 050: Most unhinged thing
~~~Rhea~~~In the next hour, Brandon called.He’d already gotten everything we asked for.In one fucking hour.How?We didn’t waste time questioning it. We just moved.The last thing I needed right now was Auntie Elowen finding out about this stupid plan. The thought of the woman I looked up to staring at me with pure disgust was enough to make me want to dig a hole and live in it. So we sneaked out of the apartment like actual thieves, hearts racing, trying not to make a single sound until we were safely outside.Brandon was waiting with another guy on a second bike, a bag of everything we needed hanging off the handlebar.And of course, Addie being Addie, she immediately launched herself at him.They started doing the whole lovey-dovey thing right in front of me — kissing like they hadn’t seen each other in years, hands everywhere, soft little murmurs. I stood there, arms crossed, feeling second-hand irritation crawl up my spine.Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore.“Will you two
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 049: Did hat ring a bell?
~~~Rhea~~~I literally choked on my own spit.A violent cough ripped out of me as I sat up so fast the room spun for a second. My eyes flew wide.“What?! What the actual fuck are you saying, Addie?! That’s literally admitting to him out loud that I fucking missed him and it’s definitely not gonna end well for me—especially with the type of sick psycho Logan is. So no, baby. Freaking no!”Addie just eyed me, completely unimpressed, and made a face like I’d personally ruined her morning.“What’s wrong with you?” she hissed, waving a hand at my entire existence. “What’s so fucking wrong with admitting you miss the man? You’re already sulking like a divorced housewife. At least own it and go get your dick appointment so you can stop looking tragic.”“It’s not a dick appointment!”“It could be if you play your cards right.”“Addie—”“I’m serious. He’s stressed, you’re stressed, everyone wins. You show up, look a little soft, maybe let him feed you again or whatever weird shit you two do, a
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 048: See him ourselves
~~~Rhea~~~Addie burst out laughing so hard she almost fell off the bed.“Damn, look at you. Face red like a tomato already. So something did happen.”“Nothing happened!” I snapped, sitting up straighter. “Stop talking out of your ass.”She gasped dramatically and clutched her chest. “Ohhh my god. He dumped you after fucking the hell out of you, didn’t he? Hit it and ghosted. Classic.”My entire face went hot.“Addie—shut the fuck up.”“Or wait.” She squinted at me, grinning like pure evil. “Did he fuck you so good you started catching feelings and now you’re spiralling because the psycho hasn’t texted? Be honest. Did he at least let you cum or did he leave you hanging like a selfish dickhead?”I grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it at her. She ducked, still cackling.“We didn’t have sex!” My voice came out way too high. “There was no fucking! No dumping! No anything! We were never together, you absolute menace!”“Mmm.” She nodded slowly, completely unconvinced. “So you’re this pre
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 047: Freakin’ pussyhole
~~~Rhea~~~ Two days of my five-day break were already gone. And honestly? The entire thing felt more like hell than any kind of relief. All I felt was this constant, low-grade restlessness that sat under my skin and refused to leave. Ever since the day Logan dropped me home and disappeared, I hadn’t seen or heard from him once. Which was… definitely unlike him. Good lord. God knows what exactly happened after that call. I’d been restless ever since. Normally there wasn’t a single day he wouldn’t show up somehow—stalking, following, appearing out of nowhere like he owned the air I breathed. I’d gotten so used to his presence that when he wasn’t around, my body simply wouldn’t settle. It stayed wound tight, hyper-aware, waiting for a shadow that never came. I didn’t even know when that started. I was supposed to be happy. Relieved. There was no sick, obsessive fuck hovering around me, following me up and down, refusing to give me a single minute of privacy. Instead, what I felt wa
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 046: Accident
~~~Logan~~~I pulled the silver case from my inner pocket as the elevator doors slid open. The lighter followed a second later. A soft click, a brief flare, and the cigarette caught. I drew in a long pull, letting the smoke settle deep in my lungs before releasing it slowly.Cyrus stepped in beside me without a word. The doors closed.The ride down was quiet except for the low hum of the elevator and the faint crackle of burning tobacco.I had been in the middle of something good.My little moon had been on my lap less than two hours ago, sharp-tongued and flushed and trying so hard to pretend she didn’t like the way I looked at her. I should still be there. Or at her place. Anywhere that involved her mouth and her attitude and the way she said my name when she was annoyed.Instead I was here.Dealing with this.An incident at one of the Draegor shipping terminals. During active loading near the containers, something went wrong. A child got hurt.Fuck that.This wasn’t as simple as ca
Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father 045: Something fishy
~~~Logan~~~The conference room was packed.Every senior supervisor, every floor manager, every man who answered directly to me on the shipping side of the Draegor empire sat around the long black table. Grown men. Hard men. People who handled multi-million contracts and dock workers without blinking. Right now none of them could meet my eyes.The air felt thick, almost heavy enough to choke on. No one spoke. No one shifted. The only sounds were the low drone of the air conditioning and the faint, uneven breathing of twenty-something men trying not to draw attention to themselves.Sweat already shone at their temples. A few had damp patches spreading under their collars. One of the older managers kept swallowing like his throat had gone dry. Another’s hands were clenched so tightly on the armrests that his knuckles had turned bone-white. Across from me, a younger supervisor’s leg was bouncing uncontrollably under the table; he kept trying to still it and failing.They all looked like
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