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chapter 24: Possessive

Author: Marcy E. 💗
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-18 01:40:15

(Logan’s POV)

“Because the only man who gets to put his hands on you tonight
 is me.”

Her lips part, ready to argue, but the sound dies. Her eyes flick to Damien, then back to me, frustration and want colliding in those stormy depths.

“Logan,” she whispers, voice like broken glass. “You can’t just—”

I lean down, my mouth a hot brush at her ear so only she can hear. “Can’t just what? Claim you? Possess you? Sweetheart, that’s exactly what I can do.”

Her nails press into my chest, not enough to shove me off, just enough to pretend resistance. “You’re making a scene,” she hisses.

I grin, all wolf. “Not yet.” My voice drops, rough and filthy. “If I wanted a scene, I’d have you on your knees under the table, gagging on my cock while he sips his overpriced champagne and wonders why you’re moaning.”

Her eyes go wide. Her thighs press together against my hand despite herself. God, she’s mine.

“Stop talking like that,” she breathes, cheeks hot.

“Why?” I murmur, lips grazing her jaw.
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