DOMINATING! CONTROL! OBSESSION! CONQUERING! In a twisted game of power and submission, childhood enemies Logan and Gavin engage in a delicate game of possession and control. When Logan's family falls into the problem of facing bankruptcy, he's forced to swallow his pride and seek help from the one person he's always despised. Gavin Slade. Gavin however, sees this as the perfect opportunity to exact revenge on his long time enemy. With each problem Logan faces, Gavin appears as a black knight, but at a price Logan might not be willing to pay, a price to satisfy Gavin’s twisted desires. As the stakes escalate, Logan finds himself trapped in a web of dependence, with Gavin holding the reins. But beneath the surface of their antagonistic relationship, a spark of attraction flickers to life with each encounter deepening their erotic desires. Desires Logan swore he would never have. As Logan's feelings grow increasingly complicated, he begins to question whether Gavin's ultimate goal is to destroy him or to claim him as his own. Will they find redemption in each other, or will their toxic dynamic prove to be their downfall? In this tale of obsession and control, the lines between love and hate are blurred, and the true nature of possession is revealed. Can Logan and Gavin find a way to break free from their destructive patterns, or will they remain forever bound in a cycle of desire and domination?
View MoreIn no time we arrived at the Lito Art Gallery. The name itself dripped with sophistication, as it was the biggest art gallery in the country. I stepped out of the car and took in the view, I had to admit, Bryce had a knack for picking good locations for his parties. He always knew the right people and places. And knowing this gallery was under Gavin's company's umbrella added another layer of… anticipation. Gavin really did outdo himself with all these successes he has bagged at such a young age.Sophisticated cars lined the entrance of the gallery. I smoothed down my jacket and ran a hand through my hair one last time. “He’s got a good eye, doesn’t he?” I muttered, more to myself than Peter who just got down from the drivers seat.Peter chuckled. “Bryce? For venues, yes. For… other things, I would reserve my judgment.”I chuckled and shaked my head. “Let’s go.” I said. As we approached the entrance, the flash of cameras and the murmur of voices intensified. The red carpet stretche
“I want to be inside you so badly,” he murmured against my ears, “Will you let me?”My mind went blank for a split second there. That was one sexy way of saying ‘I want to fuck you senseless’ and it made me flush so red that my cheeks looked like they were on fire.But my emotions were mixed up in a stupid jar that I couldn’t pick which exactly I was feeling. The excitement was sharp and insistent, but it battled with a deep seated fear in my mind. Fear of pain, fear of… everything. Honestly speaking, I had been curious like a little kitten so I had looked up and watched videos explaining well...this topic. It was definitely a pathetic attempt to prepare myself for something I had never truly imagined happening. But videos were just mere videos. They didn’t show the vulnerability, the intimacy, the sheer terror of laying yourself bare, physically and emotionally, to another person completely.I couldn't meet his gaze and the cramped space of the car suddenly felt more suffocatin
Stress. That’s all I’m feeling right now. After leaving Miller’s, I had other meetings to attend to and boy did I need a fucking body massage. Like my whole body needs to be touched... rubbed..massaged..ugh! You get what I mean. After hours and hours, and I mean boring long hours of meetings, it was finally my favourite part of the day. To go home.Peter noticed I was still a bit worried about the challenge with Mr Miller so he tried to reassure me on the drive home. "Don't worry Logan. We'll figure out Miller's challenge. Tomorrow, we'll put our heads together and come up with something." Yeah, right. Like ‘something’ was going to magically appear. Why do I have a strange premonition. Okay..I know if I ask Gavin for the money, he’d definitely give it to me, but I don’t want to. I want to be independent of him. We arrived at the mansion and Peter parked the car. I was about to get out of the car when my phone buzzed. I glanced at it, and my stomach did a little flip flop. It w
We stood up immediately he entered into the outer office to greet him. Mr Miller was such a man of charisma. Imposing was an understatement when it comes to this business giant. But his eyes were dark and sharp, utterly devoid of any form of warmth. His gaze rested on me as he scanned me up and down."Mr Miller, good afternoon sir," I said, my voice steady and respectful. It had to be. This wasn't the time for anything less."Logan," he replied, the single word clipped. No pleasantries at all, no ‘How are you?’ Just my name, delivered like a pronouncement. He gestured towards the uncomfortable looking leather chairs without another word, his gaze already moving past us, focused on something only he could see.I cleared my throat, settling into the chair. It felt like sitting on a block of ice and I moved so stiffly. Peter mirrored my movement, his own unease and discomfort so visible. Mr Miller didn't waste any time as he sat behind his massive desk, the polished surface reflec
Gavin’s tires crunched on the gravel as he pulled into the parking lot. I could feel his eyes on me, a possessive heat that always made my stomach flip many times over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter leaning against my car, arms crossed, a picture of casual impatience plastered on his face as he kept glancing at his watch. Gavin scoffed as he took sight of Peter at the other end of the parking lot and I shot him a warning glare. "Please Gavin just stop. You're not helping."His jaw tightened, as he stubbornly rolled his eyes. "I could have taken you to Miller's directly," he muttered, the words laced with jealousy that made me roll my eyes."Be good Gavin," I sighed, already reaching for the door handle. I just wanted to get this meeting over with. Mr Miller was a tough nut to crack, and I needed to focus. But before I could open the door, Gavin grabbed my hand, his grip strong. He tugged me towards him, his eyes burning into mine. And then he kissed me.It wasn't a
The mere fact that Gavin had actually said the words ‘sorry’ had stopped me dead in my tracks. Gavin’s voice.. it wasn’t the usual sharp, almost forced apology he usually offered. This was… different. Genuine. But my back was still to him, I don’t want to look cheap and turn to face him right away. “Aren’t you going to turn around to face me?” he asked, the words laced with a hint of what sounded like vulnerability?“Talk from there. I can hear you clearly,” I bit out, trying to keep the edge in my voice.I heard him hiss, then I heard his footsteps, quick and determined, closing the distance between us. Before I knew it, he was there, his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. His eyes they held a mixture of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. He wasn’t looking away, like he usually did when things got difficult. He was meeting my gaze, his expression intense.“I’m… I’m not good at this,” he started, his voice rough around the edges. “Apologizing. I wanted to… to show
This sexy daredevil Gavin. He had built this? This… flower cafe? Just for me? My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn't just a cafe with a few potted plants scattered around. This was a floral wonderland. Vines draped from the ceiling, blossoms of every imaginable colour cascading down like living waterfalls. I could only stare speechless. This was like one of my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this, and he built this just for me. My heart which had been clenched tight with resentment and forced anger now fluttered like a hummingbird caught in a sudden burst of joy."Do you like it?" Gavin's voice, usually so confident, sounded almost hesitant. He was watching me, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths."I… I do," I managed, the words a little breathless. A genuine smile stretched across my face, the first in what felt like days. "Thank you Gavin." The 'thank you' felt inadequate, a small offering for such a grand gestu
My eyes narrowed, focusing on Gavin as he sized me from a distance, like a predator accessing its prey. Wasn’t he tired? Was he here to fight again and accuse me of stupid shit? If that’s the case then I do not have anything to say to his stupid overly suspicious ass. Me being pissed was one thing, but Peter’s stupid chuckle grated on my nerves even more. “Go ahead and talk if you want to,” he chirped, and my frown deepened. “I would rather wrestle a grizzly bear with my bare hands than talk to that maniac.” I hissed, the words laced with venom. “Just pretend he isn’t there Peter. Seriously.” Turning on my heel, I stalked towards my car. The sooner I put distance between myself and that… that sexy viper, the better. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Gavin fucking Slade, damn him, had already started walking towards us and closing the gap. God! I wish I had longer legs. “He’s coming,” Peter snickered, the sound echoing my own internal frustration. He seems to be enjoying
~ Logan’s POV ~A long hiss escaped my lips as I watched Gavin storming out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut with a loud resounding thud. “He has started again,” I said completely irritated and frustrated. Honestly, the man was being utterly unreasonable. It was Peter, for God’s sake. Peter, who was my secretary, yes. But he was also more than just my secretary. Peter, who was practically family. Peter, knew me inside and out. And Peter, who, I was absolutely certain, harbored no romantic interest in me whatsoever.Sure, Peter was a bit of a flirt. A player even. He could charm the birds out of the trees, male or female, it didn’t matter. He had always been that way and he was very charming too that he even flirted with customers sometimes. But he had never crossed a line with me. Never given me a single indication that he saw me as anything other than a friend, a boss, a… well, a complicated part of his life, I supposed. So Gavin’s jealousy, this simmering rage th
PROLOGUE “Tell me what you want baby.” He whispered softly into my ears. I couldn’t open my eyes as I bit my lips to stop the moan from escaping my throat. It was utterly embarrassing. “I know what you want Logan, but I want you to say it.” His playful voice teased as he nibbled on my earlobes while his fingers gently caressed my nipples. Why do I need to say it. I would rather die than say such embarrassing things out loud. He licked down from my ears to my throat as his wet tongue settled on my Adam apple. In this moment, I couldn’t hold back my moan as my toes curled up on the bed. “Ah Gavin! Yes!” I moaned shamelessly and I could feel him smirking without having to meet his eyes. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it little bunny.” He teased once more and I felt like my hard dick could explode any moment from now from all the teasing he was doing to my body. “Fuck you Gavin!” I cussed in rage and he bit my neck, causing me to wince in pa...
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