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)
Patience. You’ll have plenty of time to fuck Logan Wilde.
14
LOGAN
I shuffle through the ties in my closet, trying to find the right one to wear for my date with Killian tonight.
Date? What in the fuck is going on?
You can stop all this right now, demand that Killian restrain himself and stop speaking like the devil.
I find a blue tie with black stripes and head over to the mirror, fixing it, thinking about that encounter when he barged into my bathroom. I was so irate, and so turned on. He wasn’t wrong about my cock, which is why I tried to disguise it before he had a chance to see it, but Killian Lorde doesn’t miss anything, apparently.
I glance myself over in the mirror, my button-down open in the front. I can imagine Killian seeing me like this, probing me with those dark eyes, full of all that desire and cruelty. My cock shifts, and I hate myself for it.
You know what this sick fuck wants from you. It shouldn’t arouse you. It should terrify you.
But my self-admonition only makes me firmer, and my throat tightens. Feels similar to the darkness in me, the one that compelled me to punish Sik Vik. Despite what my logical mind thinks of Killian—that I should run from him like I would a feral pack of wolves—I find myself intrigued.
What am I saying? I don’t want to be fucked by a man. I’ve never so much as kissed a guy, and I don’t have any plans to. I’m straight. I was boning a woman when his goons abducted me and brought me to his lair.
It’s like he’s a hypnotist. Something in his gaze, in his touch, in those words he so viciously levies against me, has tricked my body. That’s all this is. He’s a master manipulator, and these games have coerced me into envisioning things I never would have considered if he hadn’t planted them in my damned mind.
I button up, as though trying to prevent his phantom gaze from viewing any more of me than he already has, then fix my tie. I look sexy tonight, the sort of sexy that might entice Killian even more than he already is. Maybe it would be safer to wear something less appealing, but it’s fucking Killian Lorde. He’ll know what I’m doing. He’d probably get off knowing I felt insecure enough to dress down to discourage him from drinking me in.
But I won’t cower. I won’t show fear. And under no circumstances will I ever submit to that bastard.
Although in reality, I’m already submitting by agreeing to this date. He’s wearing me down, and I should be afraid of where this is all leading.
But I’m curious.
I finish getting ready, then head over to the nightstand and look at the condoms that have slipped out of the box. Something in me tells me I might need one, but why would I need one if I have no intention of doing anything with Killian? Still, I find myself grabbing one, along with a packet of lube, and pocketing them.
Besides, if the date goes sideways, I’ll have Hayes drive me to a club and find a girl to fuck around with. Of course, that would mean calling it quits on our agreement…or bluffing, see if Killian makes good on his threats, what he swore he would do to anyone I fucked around with. And unfortunately, that’s something I wouldn’t be able to bear.
Once I’m ready, Hayes and Lowes escort me to Mortimer’s, a fancy Midtown restaurant known for catering to guys like me and Killian. At least if he’s forcing me to go on a date with him, it’s a nice place where I can have some steak and garlic mashed potatoes.
Jaime and Krychek are at the door, and Lowes joins them, the three of them checking the place out before Krychek returns to fetch me.
“Not gonna put a knife to my throat tonight?” I ask.
“Only if that’s what you want,” he says through his teeth, as if he knows he shouldn’t speak to me like that, but can’t help himself. Must admit, he amuses me.
Krychek leads me into the restaurant, which boasts a lot of gold and black, an art deco aesthetic with geometric patterns along the tiled floor, like a path leading me to my destiny. The place is busy, everyone dressed in suits and gowns. Pretty typical for a Friday night. Krychek guides me to the back corner booth, where Killian slips out and stands, like a gentleman might for a lady.
“I know you think the wifey thing is funny,” I say, “but this is getting out of hand.”
As Krychek joins my guys and Jaime a few yards away to give us space, Killian waves for me to take a seat, and I roll my eyes before settling into the booth. He reclaims his seat as I grab my menu, pretending to look through it, though I’ve been to this place enough to know my order. “If you really want to be a gentleman, I guess you should know it isn’t polite to coerce a woman to go on a date with you.”