45 Days with Logan
"PAPILLON!!!"
His scream ripped through the house as his fist slammed into the wall right beside my head.
The impact was deafening, before I could even blink, he lunged.
His hand snapped around my neck.
I gasped, my body going rigid as his grip locked me in place... not tight enough to kill, but firm enough to control, to own, to make sure I couldn't move… couldn't look away from him.
His eyes burned into mine... wild, furious and terrifying.
"Say it again," he growled, his voice trembling with rage. "Say you like him one more time and I'll go back to him, I won't just beat him, Papillon…" His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make me swallow hard. "I'll cut his tongue out and bring it to you in a box."
My heart dropped.
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
What…
What have I gotten myself into?
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After I found a secret about my mom, my dad sent me to Paris saying it was the best way to escape from Mom's cage.
What I didn't expect was to meet Logan, but everyone in L'impasse des Ombres calls him Bloodbath.
He wasn't the gentle, patient kind of man I had read about in books. He wasn't safe. He wasn't soft. He was danger wrapped in calm confidence. Darkness disguised as temptation.
He was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about... calm on the surface, but with something dark and merciless lurking underneath.
He wasn't like me... I didn't belong to his dark world.
But instead of running away, I found myself begging to feel his warm tongue against my skin.
He ruined the careful, obedient girl I had always been.
And the worst part was…
I wanted him to.
I craved him.