Filthy Secret

Hadley

PRESENT

Spinning the engagement ring around and around on my finger, I couldn’t help but wonder why Logan wanted to marry me. It was almost like as soon as the question had left his mouth, he had completely changed. Or maybe he didn’t actually change and just started showing me his true colors instead.

I was getting ready to meet up with my future mother and sister-in-law, when my phone chimed.

I hardly ever got text messages during the day while Logan was at work and Pamela was off at whatever country club, she decided to flirt her way into.

When I picked up my phone and saw an unread text from Logan, my stomach flipped.

Logan: Come to the office.

Me: Why?

Logan: Don’t question me. Just do it.

My skin heated.

Me: I’m having lunch with your mom and sister.

Logan: Not anymore you aren’t. I called them and canceled on your behalf. Now get your ass to my office.

I wasn’t sure what his deal was. He hadn’t demanded for me to go to the office in a long time.

Logan: Don’t make me come home, Hadley.

The hidden threat in his words did something funny to me. It opened up old memories. Unleashed these thoughts where I wanted to see what would happen if I didn’t listen.

Would he come home like he threatened?

I placed the phone on the coffee table and sat back on the couch. My cell kept chiming, but I never responded.

Logan and I were struggling to say the least, but it was times like this, where I craved his wrath. His rough touch. His fiery passion. His need for me.

I sat there and waited. It had never been like this. I usually always listened when Logan asked or demanded for me to do something. But something changed in a matter of minutes. I was sure Logan wanted me to go to his office because he was stressed and wanted to take it out on me. I never complained when he had me show up once wearing only a trench coat and heels and nothing else.

My body stirred at the memories of him bending me over his desk and fucking me all the while chatting on the phone with his colleagues. He had shoved his tie in my mouth to keep me quiet. Not that it worked. He had to keep pressing the mute button. Which also earned me a spanking to the point I couldn’t sit without squirming, for days. It was delicious and made me feel powerful.

The sound of tires screeching in the driveway, made my heart race. I stood at the same time the front door opened.

Logan was pulling at his tie, loosening it from around his throat. “I seem to recall a time where you actually listened to me.”

I sat back on the couch, crossing my arms under my chest.

“Is this what I get to look forward to once we’re married, Hadley?” he said, coming into the living room and stopping in front of me. “Is it?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I stared up at him defiantly.

A wicked grin spread on his face. “Is that so? I’ve had a hard morning,

Hadley. And your body is going to make me feel better.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I shivered, uncrossing my arms at the same time he took a step forward. “What if I don’t want to? Or I’m not in the mood?”

“You always want to, and you are always in the mood.” Logan rested a hand against the back of the couch by my head.

“Maybe my period started.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and inviting. “That’s never stopped us before, Hadley.” He tilted his head. “Besides, I know your cycle. You haven’t started. You actually won’t start for at least another week. But if

we’re lucky, it’ll be late like it has been before.”

I stared up at him, not expecting him to know the schedule of my cycles.

“Tell me you don’t want to make your fiance feel better, baby,” he murmured, his deep voice sending a wave of heat rushing through me.

My lips parted at the term of endearment.

“Tell me no.” His voice was filled with an edge that I couldn’t wait to jump off of.

“No,” I purred, licking my lips.

In a quick move, he wrapped a hand around my throat and lifted me from the couch. He pulled me toward him, his fingers tightening around my neck. “Say it again.” His light blue eyes burned into me. They promised me a fast hard fuck but held so much passion, that I knew this would continue once he was home later.

“No,” I whispered, licking his bottom lip.

“You’re a naughty girl, Hadley.” With his hand wrapped around my throat, he tugged me closer.

“Yeah? And just how naughty am I?” I asked, my voice strained from the rough hold he had on me.

His eyes moved back and forth, searching, yearning for something that only I had ever been able to give him. But even then, I wondered if it had been enough.

“Tell me, Logan. Just how naughty am I?” His eyes roamed down the length of me.

My skin heated even more at the intense scrutiny coming from him.

“Very.” He pulled me against him. “Fucking.” He slapped his free hand against my ass. “Naughty.” Before I had a chance to respond, his mouth came down hard on mine.

I gasped, opening to him.

It had felt like a long time since Logan consumed me completely. While my body was in the present, the rough kiss brought me back to the past. To our first time. To a time where we couldn’t wait and had to have each other. No matter the cost.

“Get out of your head,” he murmured against my mouth, giving my bottom lip and gentle nip.

I whimpered, ripping at his clothes.

He liked me this way.

Unraveled.

Unhinged.

Desperate.

Raw.

Completely and utterly ravenous for him.

Our sex life was anything but boring. It was healthy. Fresh. Fun. And so damn exciting but while I loved Logan, truly and utterly loved him, something had always been missing. Until I got him this way, it never felt… normal.

Logan tore at my dress, ripping it off me in shreds. His hands grabbed at me. Massaged and kneaded, digging his fingers into my soft flesh.

“Logan.”

“Shut up.” He spun me around, slamming me up against the wall and kept a firm hold on the back of my neck. “Stick your ass out for me. Show me this pretty pussy.”

I shivered, trembling with a need I hadn’t felt in a long time. If ever at all.

I did as I was asked and stuck my ass out for him. It had been one thing I loved about Logan. He was an ass man and let it be known every single time I walked by him, how much he loved my body.

Much to my surprise, Logan lowered to his knees behind me. He grabbed handfuls of my ass and gave them a shake. “So fucking hot.” A breathless laugh escaped me. “Thank you.” He winked, spreading me open for his feasting eyes.

Before I had a chance to even catch my breath, he dove between my ass, lapping at every inch of me.

I gasped, the pleasure so damn intense, I tried pulling away from him.

He growled, dug his fingers into my rear and pulled me harder against his face. His tongue dove in and out of my center. He shook his head, eating at me hard and rough.

Releasing me with a wet smack, he licked his glossy lips. “Turn around. Now.”

I turned around, facing him. My pussy was level with his mouth.

When he went to latch onto me once again, I took a step back.

The fact that he missed, forced him to his feet.

I laughed, running away from him.

“Run fast, little girl. You know I’ll always catch you.”

Facing him, I continued backing up down the hall. “Catch me if you can, baby.”

A wicked grin spread on his face when he charged for me.

I squealed, spinning on my heel but lost my footing and landed hard on my knees.

Logan pushed me forward with his foot.

I landed on the floor with an oomph, a bubble of laughter escaping me.

“I told you I’d catch you.” He knelt between my legs, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Isn’t that right?” When he thrust into me, a low moan left the back of my throat. He chuckled, the sound dark and sinister. It bordered on evil, knowing that I would do anything to get him inside of me. I was addicted when it came to Logan Donahue. I couldn’t help it. From the first moment he smiled at me to when he got down on one knee and proposed. My love for him went beyond just love. It bordered on obsession because I knew that he felt the same way about me.

Rising on all fours, I slammed my body back into him, taking every inch of him deeper and deeper.

“That’s it, Hadley. You’re taking my cock like a good little girl, aren’t you?”

Instead of answering like I knew he wanted, I pulled out of his grip and turned toward him. His cock glistened with the juices from my body. It was hard and proud, waiting for me.

Straddling his waist, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and lowered my body back onto him.

Logan covered my mouth with his, taking my very breath and making it his own. He was greedy when it came to fucking me. While he enjoyed giving me orgasms, he often didn’t care if I came or not. Unless he was going down on me and even then, the orgasm was few and far between. But I never complained. It was his wrath and rage that I wanted. I usually came after a few thrusts of his cock anyway.

Pushing me back onto the floor, he powered into me with so much strength, I broke in a matter of seconds. He grunted his approval, giving me everything I could ever want. My body burned, aching at the rough way he was fucking me but at the same time, I couldn’t push him away. Not that I ever wanted to.