All Chapters of Ruthless Desires (18+) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aria’s POV “Not yet, sweetheart,” he pants, sweat slick on his skin, fingers still teasing my clit. “You think you’re done? No. I’m gonna make you cum again. And again. Until you forget you ever slept alone.”I whimper, trembling under him, wet and aching, desperate to feel him inside me again. My hands crawl over his back, digging nails into the muscle, dragging him down closer.“Logan, please,” I gasp, my voice raw. “Please… I need you.”He smirks, cocky bastard, pressing me up against the wall now, my back flat, hands braced against the cool plaster. “Oh, you need me, huh? You’ve been dripping for me all night, squirting like a filthy little widow who hasn’t had a cock in ten years.”“Fuck you,” I pant, but the way my pussy clenches around his cock betrays me.He laughs, low and dangerous, and slides his hands under my thighs, lifting me, spreading me wide. His cock presses against me, sliding just along the wet folds before teasing the slick entrance. “You’re mine, baby girl. Min

(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.

By the time I’m done, sweat slicks both of us, the room smells like perfume and sex and something older and thicker — claim. My fingers tremble as I draw circles on her hip, calming us both. “I’m not finished,” I growl, though it isn’t a threat so much as a promise. I pull out, stroke myself slow, teasing until she whimpers. She looks at me like she’ll beg for whatever comes next. She’s beautiful when she’s undone. “Do it,” she whispers, breathless. “Finish me.” “Good girl,” I murmur, then press back in, slower this time, savoring every inch. I build a slow, punishing rhythm until there’s no holding back. My muscles coil, my jaw clenches, and with a roar I spill deep inside her, filling her with the warmth and claiming I want to give. It’s hot, sticky, final. We collapse into each other afterwards, gasping. Her skin is slick in my arms, my cock softening against her belly. I roll us so I’m curled around her, one arm over her, and she fits into me like gravity. “You’re mine,” I w

(Aria's POV) "Bad habit for such a beautiful man.”“Beautiful man.” My jaw tightens. I grip the windowsill so hard my knuckles ache.Logan exhales smoke slowly, his smile crooked and lazy. “You worried about me, sweetheart?”Sweetheart. The word I’ve heard from his mouth a hundred times. Hearing it fall between them feels like a knife.Sophia laughs, low and throaty. “Of course I’m worried. You’re…wasted here. You should be somewhere bigger, brighter. With someone who knows how to match your strengths. A man like you deserves…more.”Her hand lingers on his sleeve, too close, too knowing.“More?” Logan asks, his tone lazy, dangerous.She leans in, her voice sharpening under the sugar. “Aria doesn’t know what to do with a man like you. She’s too careful. Too old. She clings to control because she’s terrified of being abandoned again. But you—you need fire. You need someone who won’t flinch at your darkness. Someone who knows how to keep up.” Her eyes flick toward the house—toward me,

(Logan’s POV)“I’m not asking you to forgive me right now. I’m asking you to believe me. Believe that it’s only you. Always you.”She doesn’t answer. Her lashes lower, shielding her eyes, but I can see her chest rising and falling too fast, like she’s trying to steady herself and failing.The silence cuts sharper than her words ever could.I drag a hand through my hair, exhaling like I’m ripping something out of myself. “You think I’ve been some fucking saint? That I walked into your life with a clean slate? No, Aria. That’s not me. That’s never been me.”Her eyes flick up, uncertain, almost wary.“I’ve been a soldier, I’ve been a ghost, I’ve been a bastard who didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything. I fucked women whose names I didn’t remember. I lived like every night could be my last, because sometimes it damn near was. No one ever made me want more. No one ever made me stop long enough to even think about it.”Her lips part slightly, her breath shaky, and the sting in my ches