LOGINI woke up to soft murmuring of the birds.Didn’t know when I fell asleep in arms of a devil. All I remember was his hands on me. And that freaking… thing… inside me. The moment I thought of it, I became hyper aware.I lay still for several minutes, blinking and processing, my senses sensitive by the warmth of his body against mine. His broad chest pressed against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist and fingers curled lightly. His breath kissed my neck, and shivers trailed won my spine.I kept staring at the wall as my thoughts ran wild, desperate to escape the suffocating reality. The dull ache of his… gift… was still there. It was absurd, humiliating, and yet… my body betrayed me. My cheeks flushed as I shifted slightly, the movement dragging his arm tighter around me.He stirred, murmuring low in his sleep. The sound rumbled against my back, deep and resonant, like a predator even in rest. My heart quickened.Why couldn’t I move?I should hate him. I did hate him. Eve
The door slammed behind us.I flinched.The echo vibrated through the silent room and rattled me to the core. He carried me with strange gentleness and ease to the cabinet before putting me down on my feet.I quickly backed away to meet the sharp tiles of the bathroom.I knew where this was going. And I didn’t like it.The bathroom was dimly lit. And steam swirled faintly as he turned the faucet as hot water rushed into the tub. I eyed him warily. Taking in his frame that seemed larger than life every time he was closer. Broad shoulders, shirt flexing against his biceps as he uncuffed and rolled the sleeved to his forearm. I shuddered recalling how his large palms had me on their mercy just minutes ago.There was no doubt.Judas Romanovski was an enigma.A predator cloaked in civility. A storm waiting to rip me apart.The air around him was suffocating. Heavy. Thick with danger.I pressed my back to the cold tiles, my skin prickling under his gaze.His movements were deliberate. Calcu
I couldn’t.I couldn’t take him.Even if the room was dark and the weather outside didn’t do any good, I was still frightened by its size. Not only was his manhood was very long, but it was also thicker that I believed possible.I regretted taking a stroll, or ever talking back. Sex with him was not sweet and rosy. It was rough and scary. He could manhandle me easily, choking me and then force me into whatever position he wanted. And it terrified me.I should’ve asked for the belt whips instead of this. What was I even thinking? The more he penetrated my behind with his fingers. Two fingers and I was already begging for him to stop, I didn’t think I could take his manhood in. It would break me, ruin me, and tear me.My wrists burned with the force he had them pinned above my head, and my back arched as he peppered my back and neck with deep kisses. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t hunger. It was something entirely different. Something I couldn’t understand. There was no teasing as he used to
My hands shot out, desperate to push him away, but it was useless—his strength was devastating and merciless. He caught my wrists mid-air and a low, deranged growl rumbled in his chest as he pinned them above my head with one hand with bruising and immovable grip.I panted."Fucking stop fighting,” he rumbled and his free hand roamed down my naked body, squeezing just hard enough to make me flinch. “I’m not the kind of man you fight."I knew it. I knew he was not the one I could fight. I couldn’t. I just knew how to survive him, but that knowledge burned like acid in my throat.Survival meant submission and it was a bitter pill I could barely swallow.My chest heaved and I thrashed beneath him. My legs kicked out in a desperate attempt to regain some control, but he caught one with a knee and shoved it aside, leaving me exposed and trapped. The feral glint in his eyes had deepened into something wild, untamed—a storm barely restrained, threatening to break free and devour everything i
My back slammed against the wall knocking the breath out of me. Something happened. Shifted in the air as he fisted the sweater and ripped it off my body leaving me gasping and in the next second, I was stark naked.His palm connected hard against my ass cheek, and I whimpered. It hurt, but I felt myself growing even wetter without my permission. He spanked me again, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Slut.”I shut my eyes ignoring his dirty words. He wanted to break me, I knew it so. And he was angry.His hand cracked against my ass again and this time, it was hard. “Whore.” Again, pain. He licked my ear. “You think I’m a saint and you could talk me into guilt?” Spank. I moaned in pain. “You are my dirty,” Another spank. “Little,” Slap. “girl.”He spanked me even harder, and I choked out a small sob. His slaps were getting sharper, and I began crying in earnest. This only seemed to egg him on. He slid his hand down my ass towards my core, and down my inner thighs.“I hear you cryin
What did he think of himself? Making me feel grateful just because he saved me? Well, he was the reason I was in this mess. So, he should be the one to apologise and act human. But that was impossible. He was just a monster. Right. He was a monster.I huffed as I dragged my feet through the snow and took heavy breaths.The clouds were rumbling but I couldn’t stay inside any longer. I didn’t trust myself. He always scared me. Dominated me into agreeing to whatever was going on in his head. And looking at me with those stupid pale eyes. It was no better that I was a slave to his eyes. They had a way of making someone feel trapped.The wind howled and bit against my skin. I tightened the scarf around my neck. The fabric was damp from my breath. The snow crunched beneath my boots and I didn’t know where I was going, but anywhere was better than that suffocating house.His voice still echoed in my head. It wasn’t just the tone—it was the heaviness of it like he believed he owned me, body a
Patience had never been a resort when it came to things a human wanted in the frisk of the moment. Ninety-nine percent of cases often ended in impulsive actions, fueled by the urgent need for immediate satisfaction. Desires were rarely quelled by logic or reason; they burned bright and fierce, dema
“Please, don’t—““Shh, see how it keeps sucking on my fingers.” His expression didn’t change, but his hand stopped even though his fingers were still deep inside me.The throbbing heightened and I winced, trying and failing to contain my tea
There was nothing weaker than a man who couldn’t see and it was a perfect mask for my plans. I’d let them underestimate me. They believed in their own lies of morality, their façades of righteousness. Pathetic. They prance around, acting like saints, while their demons lurk jus
The fear on my little bird’s face could only make my blood roar with excitement.It had been a while since I felt this way.If it were someone else, I’d be ninety-nine per cent sure I would’ve thrown her out of the window for there was very little patience I could spend. Such was th







