Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Despite the years I’ve spent learning to harness the darker part of my nature, Logan makes me want to cave to the sickest impulses within me. When I first summoned him, I wanted to possess him because of the agreement, out of duty. But now that I’ve seen what he is, I want to possess him still, but out of selfishness. It’s something I haven’t wanted to admit to myself, something that’s still hard because I know what that means.
“I’m not the kind of man who should be marrying anyone,” I tell Dad, “but at least I’ve seen enough of him to know that if there’s a man who can understand my black heart, it’s him. Yet I see something beautiful and powerful in him, something more honorable than me, and it makes me want to possess him even more. I wish I could be scared for him. Scared what this wickedness in me will do to him. Because it doesn’t know how to love, only command and destroy.”
I side-eye the headstone, imagining what Dad might say to that.
“I don’t want to hear any of this.”
“Get a backbone before I tear out the one you have.”
“I’ll shoot you in the foot if you keep acting this pathetic.”
Oh, Dad… It’s moments like those I miss.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “I won’t betray you. I’ll do as you wished and marry him. I will protect the Wildes like they’re Lordes, ignoring my own happiness. And whether either of us likes it or not, I will make sure he submits to me. Even if that means I have to break him.”
I sit with the words for a moment before a realization hits me. “Maybe because I need to break him.”
12
LOGAN
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Wrath insists.
“You don’t look fine with your face all bandaged up,” Masters remarks.
Between the bandages and the black and blue, it doesn’t look good, but I was relieved he was well enough for us to transport back to Hayward. Our family does better here, in the place we grew up, surrounded by our loved ones and protectors.
Even if that couldn’t save Dad.
The relief of knowing Wrath is okay is only slightly spoiled by the events that transpired at Rothguard: How Killian forced me to blow him. How he blackmailed me into taking that fat cock between my lips in a way that still makes them tingle. How he tricked me into swallowing his load, which must have moved through my digestive tract by now, but I swear I can feel him staining my belly, which makes my cock shift if I think about it too long.
It shouldn’t make me hard, but even tearing Sik Vik apart gave me an erection. Torturing a man like that satisfies something deep within me, but it’s not a sexual experience, so in the same way, I’m sure there’s some fucked-up reason why my dick responds to thinking about sucking Killian’s cock like that. Because it sure as hell didn’t turn me on at the time, even if it wasn’t the nightmare I would’ve expected.
Of course it wasn’t. I knew it was the way to avenge my brother. That was what mattered. I did it. The end.
But with our agreement still in place, I know that’s far from the truth.
“Guess you won’t be able to say you never got a broken nose now,” I remark.
“I’m still hot as hell.” Wrath shrugs it off, clearly not letting it bother him as much as it bothers me. He rests his head against the pillow, groaning, then turning to Masters and pouting like he might have when he was younger and had fallen sick. “Lil’ bro, can you make me some of your fettuccini for lunch?”
“We can get Baxter to make that.”
Wrath exaggerates his pout even more. “But it’s so much better when you do it for me,” he says like a helpless child.
Masters rolls his eyes, shooting me a look. “I’d better, then. Glad my big brother’s okay, though.”
He hugs us before heading out.
“Don’t forget the garlic bread!” Wrath calls out, which earns him a “Fuck off!”
Jacked up as that lopsided smile of Wrath’s is, it’s a relief to see it today, when Sik Vik’s actions could have easily left him severely injured…or killed him.
“So, you know I won’t be allowing you to fight again,” I say.
“Anytime soon, you mean?”
I grit my teeth.
“Oh, come on. Shit happens, Log.”
“Are our lives really not dangerous enough? Do you really have a fucking death wish?”
“I only live once, so I’d like to enjoy it while I can,” he spits back.
Typical Wrath.
“Sorry, but life isn’t just about having fun, is it?” I say, trying to put some pressure on him.
“If you’re gonna act like Dad, then I can treat you like him. Okay, I’ll never ever fight again. That’s never gonna happen. You’re right about everything. I’m wrong. I’m so sorry, and I will forever do as you wish.”