Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 85

ISABELLAThe moment those words left my mouth, I almost regretted them. Just that I couldn’t take them back.I wasn’t meant to be his… Logan Black’s but here we are, claiming each other as though we were meant to be or meant for each other. Even if I think so, I knew better. Logan Black doesn’t love. He was a player and a heartbreaker. His lips trail my jaw down to my collarbone, eyes fixed on my body as if worshipping it. “You are mine. Yet, you let him touch you.” He whispered, his voice sending a wave of pleasure through me. There was a kind of possessiveness in his tone. I’ve always known Logan to be possessive. He doesn’t share what belonged to him, and that included my body, maybe. My stomach shivered with pleasure as he teased one of my nipples with his tongue, drawing a loud moan from my lips. His fingers toyed with my other nipple, rolling it gently. A sweet tension coiled in my lower abdomen. He had devoured me, worshipped me with his mouth, but the ache between my thighs

LOGANWatching Isabella get angry was one of the things that amused me. I smirked at her as she mumbled some curses under her breath, walking out of the dining room. She had wanted to skip dinner, but I couldn't let that happen. I had to send Nina to her room to bring her downstairs. She was furious but trying to keep her emotions in check. Isabella had nothing to be furious about when it came to me. We were nothing but partners who were just satisfying each other's sexual desires. However, that doesn't mean that other men could have access to her body. She belonged to me only. It was difficult to control the intense fury and jealousy I felt this morning when I saw her with the man who came to drop her. Isabella sure knew how to get on my nerves and drive me crazy. But I'd given her what she deserved, letting her know that her body belonged to me and no other man could ever touch her. Not when she was still with me. I wasn't even sure if this would end because I never wanted it to

LOGANI didn't remember closing my eyes all through the night. Maybe I never did because the evidence now stared back at me in the mirror. Dark circles hung beneath my eyes, evidence of my sleepless night, and it was all because of that bastard Ethan. My mind was so occupied with every word I'd heard from him last night that I couldn't even close an eye. I should go back to sleep or, better still, go for training, but I couldn't do any of that. I was too consumed with rage to do anything right, and the thought of having to face anything that reminded me of Ethan wasn't making things any easier. So, I decided to do the one thing I shouldn't be doing staying with Isabella. I was certain being around her would make me feel better. I didn't know when she became the cure for my rage, but all I knew at that moment was that I needed her. I was ready to explode after Ethan's confession last night, but just thinking of Bella… it slowed me down. When did she start having that kind of power