All Chapters of Ruthless Desires (18+) : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 32 — Bianca’s Retaliation,

(Aria’s POV)It’s been a week since the backseat, and my body still feels branded by him. Branded and spoiled.Tonight, he’s sprawled across my velvet sofa like he owns the place, boots kicked off, one arm draped lazily along the backrest. A bottle of red sits uncorked on the coffee table, but he hasn’t touched it. He’s too busy watching me. Always watching me.I curl my legs under me on the opposite sofa, silk robe sliding off one bare shoulder. His eyes catch on the slip of skin like a predator locking onto prey, pretending to flip through one of my business reports. But really, I’m watching him. Always watching him.“You’re staring again,” I tease, sipping from my glass.“Correction,” he drawls, voice low, wicked. “I’m memorizing. So when I’m away from you, I can close my eyes and jerk off to the image of you in that robe.”Heat blooms across my cheeks even as I roll my eyes. “You’re insufferable.”“Mm,” he smirks, leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees. “And you love it. Admi

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Chapter 33 – The Fight

(Aria’s POV)And then the room erupts.The first man lunges at Logan, a mountain in a suit, but Logan is faster. He sidesteps, grabs the bastard’s wrist mid-swing, and twists. There’s a sickening crack, and the man howls, dropping to his knees before Logan slams his elbow down into his skull. The thud echoes against marble.The second charges, roaring. Logan meets him head-on, a brutal fist to the gut that doubles him over, then a knee to the face that sends blood spraying across the ivory floor. He crumples like a rag doll.I can’t move. My chest is heaving, my nails digging into my palm. My living room has turned into a war zone, and Logan… God, Logan is beautiful in his violence. Precise. Deadly. Every strike is calculated, every move lethal.“Stop him!” Bianca shrieks, her voice cracking.Two more try at once. Logan grabs one by the collar, slams him into the wall so hard the drywall splinters, then uses his body like a shield against the other’s swing. He snarls, slamming his for

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Chapter 34 – The Intrusion

(Aria’s POV)Three days later.The mansion is too quiet, the kind of quiet that presses against the walls and settles into your skin. I try to drown it out with music—something low and classical drifting from the speakers—but it only makes the silence heavier in between.I’m curled on the sofa, glass of wine in hand, reviewing a proposal on my tablet, though my eyes haven’t moved past the same paragraph in fifteen minutes. My thoughts drift back to Logan, as they always do. The way he kissed me last night before leaving, his mouth fierce, like he hated the idea of letting me out of his sight. He promised he’d be back tonight, and I told him I wasn’t afraid to be alone.A lie.The clock ticks toward eight, the sound unusually loud in the cavernous living room. The shadows stretch longer across the marble floors, and I catch myself glancing toward the wide glass doors that open to the garden. For a moment, I swear I see movement beyond the curtains.I shake it off, muttering, “You’re be

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Chapter 35 —The Intrusion (ii)

(Aria's POV) “Hold her still. I want her looking me in the eye when I take what’s mine.”No. No. Panic flares hot and savage in my chest. My legs thrash, desperate, but they pin me harder, one of them pressing his forearm against my throat until stars burst behind my eyes.“Fight all you want, sweetheart.” The leader’s belt unbuckles with a metallic snap. “Makes it sweeter.”I choke back a sob, fury burning hotter than fear. “You’ll die for this. Every one of you.”And then— The sound.A low growl of rage that doesn’t belong to any of them. A sound that doesn’t even sound human.The weight on my chest shifts as the men freeze, heads jerking toward the doorway.And there he is.Logan.Standing in the ruined doorway like a demon dragged out of hell. Black shirt stretched tight across his chest, veins corded in his arms, eyes locked on me with a fury that burns hotter than fire. Bloodlust rolls off him in waves, suffocating the air.“Get. The fuck. Off her.”The leader smirks, trying to

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Chapter 36– The Torture

(Logan’s POV)The bastard’s muffled curses leak out from the trunk as I slam the garage door shut behind me. It’s midnight—no neighbors for miles. Just me, him, and the concrete echo of what’s about to happen.I light a cigarette, slow and calm, letting the smoke curl as I pop the trunk.The leader—big guy, scar across his jaw—is gagged and tied, sweat already dripping down his temple. His eyes widen when I smile.“Welcome to the afterparty,” I murmur, gripping him by the collar and dragging him out like he weighs nothing. He crashes onto the floor, the sound of bone hitting cement sharp, satisfying.He thrashes, muffled protests spilling against the gag.“Relax,” I croon, crouching down beside him, tapping the cigarette ash on the ground. “If I wanted you dead already, you’d be fucking dead. But see — I like to play with my food.”I rip the gag from his mouth. He gasps, coughing, spitting blood.“You’re a dead man,” he wheezes. “You don’t know who—”My boot slams into his ribs, cutt

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Chapter 37– The Morning After

(Logan’s POV)By the time I got home, my hands still stank of blood and smoke. I don't shower. Didn’t pour whiskey. Didn’t even sit. I just dropped onto the leather couch, closed my eyes, and let sleep hit me like a hammer.When I wake, it’s daylight. The house is silent, sterile. No echo of screams here. Just the steady tick of the clock and the empty space beside me where I wish she was.But she isn’t. She’s in that mansion, probably pacing, probably asking questions I haven’t answered.I drag myself up, shower fast, throw on a black shirt, and drive. By the time I’m pulling into her long, polished driveway, I feel the tight coil in my chest again—the one that only eases when I see her.Her butler opens the door, stiff as always, and I step into her perfect little palace. Aria’s house feels too pristine when I step inside. She must have called authorities to clean the bodies. Smart woman. She’s waiting, curled on the couch, legs tucked under her, robe wrapped around her small fram

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Chapter 38– Dangerous Comfort

(Logan’s POV)I knock once. No answer. I knock again, louder. Still nothing.I try the handle—it’s unlocked. Of course it is. She forgets shit like that when she’s distracted, and after the week she’s had? Distracted is an understatement.I step inside, dropping my bag by the door with a heavy thud. The house smells like her—lavender and some rich vanilla thing that always gets under my skin. And there she is, standing halfway down the stairs, arms crossed over her chest like a barrier she wants me to break.“I told you to leave this morning,” she says. Flat. Cold. Lying through her pretty little teeth.I smirk, shrugging off my leather jacket and tossing it carelessly onto her pristine white couch. “Yeah, and I heard you. Loud and clear.”“Then why are you here?” Her brows pull together, lips tight.I glance around the space like I live here. “Because, sweetheart, your security system’s about as useful as a cardboard door. Eight men broke into your house last night or did you already

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Chapter 39 — The Games

(Logan’s POV)She can yell. She can snap. But she’s not asking me to leave.She’s arguing like she already knows I’m staying.And that—that’s the first win of the day. ***I don't see her again for hours.She disappears to her office like it’s a fucking bunker, probably hoping I’ll vanish if she works long enough. Spoiler alert: I don’t.By the time she comes back I'm in the living room, the sun’s low, casting honeyed shadows across her white furniture. She looks tired—eyes soft, posture loose, tension dripping from her shoulders. She probably expected to find the house quiet.She probably forgot who the fuck I am.Because there I am, stretched across her couch in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, one arm thrown over the back, remote in hand, fully relaxed—like I own every square inch of this place.“You’re still here?” she says, blinking like I’m a hallucination.I smirk. “You say that like I’m not the best thing that’s ever happened to your living

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Chapter 40 – The Hunt

(Logan’s POV)The words still hang between us, hot and heavy, when I pin her with my stare. She flinches, not from fear but because her body knows what mine is about to do.She thinks she’s safe in that robe, thinks a smirk and a smart mouth can keep me at bay. She’s wrong.I stalk forward, slow, deliberate, until her back hits the couch. She’s breathing hard already, chest rising fast, robe slipping loose.“Logan—”“Shut up,” I growl, my hand catching her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “You had two nights to breathe without me, two nights to convince yourself you don’t want this. And look at you now—shaking, dripping, staring at me like you’d spread your thighs just to get my cock back inside you.”Her lips part, no denial on them. Just that ragged, broken exhale.I press my mouth to hers, not soft, not coaxing—taking. Tongue shoving past her teeth, hand gripping her throat just enough to make her gasp. Her body arches, traitor to every word she wants to say.When I tear my mouth

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Chapter 41 – Taken Upstairs

(Logan’s POV)She’s limp under me, trembling, still dripping around my cock. Her hair is a mess, lipstick smeared across her cheek. I’m still hard, still inside her, still tasting her moans on my tongue.I pull out slow, just to hear the wet sound it makes. Her whimper shoots straight to my spine.“Don’t look at me like you’re done,” I mutter, running a thumb over her swollen lower lip. “I told you I wasn’t finished.”“Logan…” she breathes, voice wrecked.“What?” I lean in close, licking the corner of her mouth. “Think that little orgasm means you get a break? Cute.”Before she can answer, I scoop her up off the couch. Her gasp punches the air. She’s light in my arms, but her curves press against me, warm and soft.“You’re insane,” she whispers against my neck.“Yeah,” I say, biting her earlobe. “Insane for you. Now shut up and hold on.”I carry her down the hallway, cock still hanging heavy, bouncing against her thigh. Every step I take she shivers, rubbing against me. I slam my bed

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