Chapter 6

Audrey's POV

I couldn't hold back anymore as Logan kept ramming his thick cock into me, each thrust kept going deep into my pussy and all I could feel was shockwaves through my body. I’ve heard of people seeing stars, but I never knew what it meant until now, and the way his hands tightened around my hips, controlling every movement, made me feel claimed in a way no one ever had before. His hands were rough, yet on spot, pulling me back into him harder, until my moans turned into desperate cries.

“Tell me, Audrey,” he growled against my ear, his voice low and commanding, even as he pounded into me without any sign of weakness.

“What's your decision? Will you divorce that bastard and marry me?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but my words turned into a gasp and a moan following it, as his cock widened me, hitting every sensitive spot inside. My mind went blank, and I was taken away by the raw pleasure building in my core. I couldn't think, couldn't speak, I could only feel him owning me completely. With a sharp motion, Logan flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my ass up high. He positioned himself behind me and drove in from this new angle, his shaft sliding even deeper now, rubbing against spots that made my toes curl.

“Come on, baby,” he said, his voice hot on my neck as he leaned over me, one hand roaming around my hair to tilt my hair backwards.”Say it. Tell me you're mine.”

He angled his hips just right, hitting hard and reaching that perfect spot inside me over and over. I couldn't control the pressure that built within me and I shattered with a scream. “Yes oh God, Yes Logan, I…I’ll divorce you, I mean-– him, I’ll marry you.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to grab my ass, spreading me wider for his thrusts. “Now, give me permission. Tell me I can do whatever I want to this body for a whole year. No limits”

The command sent a wave through me, mixing with the ache of pleasing coiling tighter. You can… You can do whatever you want with me.” I gasped, my pussy tightening around him as the words came out. “ For a year —my body is yours!”

He groaned, his rhythm shaky for a split second, before he slammed in deeper, pushing me over the edge. I shattered completely around him, my orgasm ripping through me in violent waves, my walls pulsing and milking his cock as I screamed his name. Logan held me tight, his arms like iron bands around my waist as I struggled to keep my body steady, my body still trembling from the aftermath.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, maybe even longer. Just breathing, just existing in the aftermath of something neither of us could undo and then reality set in, my eyes widened slightly. I pulled back quickly, my heart racing for a completely different reason now.

“I–” I started, panic creeping in. “Logan, I…”

His hands caught mine before I could move away. “No,” he said calmly. I froze. “You don't have to take it back now,” he said looking deep into my eyes.

“I wasn't– I just… this is a lot. What if Matteo fights for custody? What will people say? This is going to be everywhere. Logan. My family!” I said, my heart beating really fast.

“I’ll handle Matteo,” he said, still looking deep into my eyes.

The certainty in his voice made me pause.

“I’ll handle the media. Your family doesn't get a say anymore. “And as for custody…” his gaze softened slightly. “You really think I'll let him take your daughter away from you?”

I swallowed. “You don't know how ruthless he can be,” I whispered. Logan still held my gaze.

“I do,” he said simply. “And that's why I'm here.”

Silence fell between us. “Think about everything he has done to you,” he added, quieter now.

And I did. God, I did. Every insult, every moment of humiliation, every time I stood beside him and felt invisible. And then Kylie, her evil smile, her voice, her pregnancy, every single thing. Something moved inside of me.

“I’ll do it,” I said finally, my voice steady this time. A slow smile spread across Logan's face.

“Good,” he said, as relief or something close to it moved across my whole body.

“I’ll help you through divorce,” he continued. “But, I have one condition.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly. “What?”

“The moment you go back,” he said. “You're coming to stay with me.” I blinked.

“That's not happening,” I said immediately.” Not until the divorce is finalized.I’m not giving Matteo more ammunition”

He tilts his head slightly, studying me, then comes closer. “Are you sure you want to argue with me right now?” He asked softly, and my breath hitched.

“I'm serious, Logan,” I said, though it came out weaker than I intended.

“Mm,” he hummed, unconvinced.

His hands brushed against my waist, slow and deliberate. My body reacted instantly as usual and it made me embarrassed, ‘cause I knew he noticed.

I knew I needed a way to redeem myself. “I'm tired,” I muttered even as my pulse picked up and my nipple hardened under his gaze “I can't…”

But my body betrayed me, arching into his palms as he cupped my boobs. He slipped a finger into my still- sensitive pussy, slick with our combined arousal, and I bit my lip to prevent the moan from escaping my lips. “See?” He murmured, pumping slowly, his thumb brushing my clit. “Your body knows who the real owner is. It responds to me, craves me, why fight it?”

Any argument melted away as deep pleasure set in, his finger curling just right to hit that spot again. I whimpered, my hips rocking against his hand. “Fine, okay… I’ll come stay with you.”

He withdrew his finger with a satisfied smirk, pulling me into a deep kiss. In my mind, as his lips claimed mine, I couldn't help but wonder. Was he going to be this possessive, this commanding, for a whole year? And did I even want him to stop?