All Chapters of Devour me, Logan: Entangled with My Boyfriend's God-father : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

~~~Rhea~~~I stared at him.My mouth hung open. My hand, the one that had been clamped around the door handle like it was a lifeline, went limp.Huh?He would let me jump.He wasn't bluffing. That cold little smirk, that flat voice, the way his foot hadn't eased off the gas by even an inch. Logan would sit there, perfectly calm, and watch me fling myself out of a speeding car like it was a stage trick.No. No, no, no.I let go of the handle and slumped back into the seat. Why would I break my neck on the asphalt for a psycho? He wasn't worth the road rash.I folded my arms tight across my chest, jammed my back against the seat, and jutted out my bottom lip, glaring through the windshield. A scoff burst out of me, loud and ugly."Then what do you want from me, Logan?!"My voice cracked on his name. I hated that. I swallowed and pushed on."Seriously! What is it? Why are you so bent on claiming a woman who doesn't even like you?" I flung a hand toward him. "Do you not get it? I said no.

~~~Rhea~~~I cleared my throat and tore my gaze off him, and I did it hard, like ripping off a bandage. My cheeks were still burning, but I forced my face into the angriest expression I could manage, brows low, lips pressed flat, arms folded tight across my chest. An angry bird. A furious, ruffled, very dignified bird."You still haven't told me why you dragged me out of there."He smirked.Just that. No answer. He turned his back on me and walked toward the bed like I'd asked what time it was, the serpent on his shoulder blade rippling as he moved."You don't need an answer to that."My mouth fell open. Unbelievable."Are you jealous?"The question flew out before I could stop it. It hung in the air, sharp and a little ridiculous, and I braced myself for a smirk, a sneer, any of his usual armor.He didn't even look back. "Think whatever you like. That's your business."Something in me snapped."Jesus Christ, Logan!" I threw my hands up. "I was having tea with a friend! A friend! What

~~~Rhea~~~The sudden emptiness was brutal.My body went rigid against the wall, locked in that unfinished peak, the denied release crashing through me like a physical blow. A shattered sob tore from my throat. My pussy clenched around nothing, throbbing hard, aching, dripping. My legs nearly gave out. Tears kept falling as the sharp edge of almost-orgasm left me shaking and empty and furious.Logan watched me with dark, satisfied eyes, his wet fingers glistening between us. He brought them to his mouth and licked them slowly, never looking away.“Not until you answer me,” he said, voice low and absolute. “Not until you stop fighting what you already know.”What do I say? I can’t be left aching.My body was still locked in that cruel, unfinished edge, thighs trembling, the empty ache between my legs pulsing so hard it bordered on pain. Tears blurred my vision. I didn’t think, I just reached out and grabbed his wrist with both hands, sniffing hard as I tried to drag his hand back where

~~~Rhea~~The tears wouldn't stop.They slid down my face the whole ride, silent and stupid and hot, dripping off my jaw and onto my blouse. I wiped them with the back of my hand. They came back. I wiped them again. The driver kept his eyes on the road and pretended not to see me, which I appreciated more than he'd ever know.Stop it. Stop crying. You didn't do anything wrong.He deserved it. Every word.He'd dragged me out of a café in front of fifty strangers. He'd put his hand on my throat and pinned me to a wall like I was something he owned. He'd threatened a man's hands with jaguars. Jaguars, for God's sake.I'd said I wanted him out of my life, and I'd done it. I'd walked out of that mansion with my chin up and my spine straight. I'd won.So why did I feel like I'd been gutted?I pressed the heel of my palm against my eyes. Under my eyelids, I could still see his face. Not the rage. The other thing. That split second after I'd said you're not half of what Carson is, when someth

~~~Rhea~~~The thing about heartbreak is that it doesn't care about your schedule.It was there when I woke up. It was there in the shower, at my desk, on the bus, and I still had to show up and be a person anyway. So over the next few days, I did the only thing I knew how to do. I shoved it down and kept moving.I calmed myself down. Slowly, ugly, one breath at a time. I stopped checking my phone every thirty seconds. I stopped flinching when the doorbell rang. I stopped replaying his hand on my throat and the look in his eyes right before he smiled and told me to go.Okay, I didn't stop. I just got better at pretending.And I threw myself into preparing for the shoot. Mirror practice at night. Walking laps around my room like an idiot, chin up, shoulders back, trying to remember how the girl who used to fight for the pageant crown stood. Meanwhile, I still had my real job, the one that actually paid the bills, so I was juggling both. Wake at dawn, work all day, rush home, practice u