Sweet Jayne Page 21

  “Like you don’t know,” Logan snaps, squeezing my wrist hard enough to nearly make me cry out.

  “I don’t know, actually.”

  “Someone set my goddamned car on fire, that’s what!”

  My eyes flicker to Donovan’s. His face remains emotionless but I’ve known him long enough to see triumph in his eyes.

  “In that case, allow me. My Lexus is this way,” Donovan grunts and starts in the direction of the parking lot, before Logan intercepts him by grabbing his wrist which was resting casually in the pocket of his tuxedo pants.

  Donovan doesn’t miss a beat—the complete personification of cool and collected. Only his eyes drop to his wrist, where Logan has the cuff of his tux jacket crushed in his hand. “Careful there, Chief. Your faithful citizens can see.”

  Donovan’s words seem to hit their intended target as Logan loosens his grip, taking a perfunctory glance around the lobby. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re up to, but let me give you some friendly advice,” Logan hisses, careful to keep his voice low. “Back the fuck off.”

  The unfazed look combined with the easy shrug in Donovan’s response seem to only fuel Logan’s rage further. Although, in this moment, I think I love Donovan even more, if that’s even possible. He’s trusting me, like I asked him to.

  “I’m afraid I’m not sure what you’re referring to, Chief. I was just having a word with my stepdaughter. Saying hello. That’s not against the law, is it?” And with that, he ambles out the door toward the parking lot. Logan yanks me along behind him.

  My eyes flit over to Logan’s smoking vehicle as dozens of firemen stand around it, assessing the damage. Donovan Jayne is not to be fucked with apparently. God, I love that about him.

  Once we arrive at the Lexus, Logan loads me into the backseat behind Donovan, surely so that he can watch me from the front seat. As the car is put into drive, panic begins to surge through me. Logan is insanely furious and I’m terrified of what he’ll do once we get back to his house.

  Think of silvery blue eyes.

  Focus on that.

  Focus.

  When a hand touches me, I nearly yelp. I can’t see it in the darkness, but I know it’s Donovan reaching behind him between the seat and the door. His fingers whisper over my bare leg. The touch is soothing. It fortifies me and gives me the strength to endure what’s ahead.

  The drive, although Donovan takes his sweet time, is all too short and soon we’re pulling up in front of the house.

  “Selene and I spoke on the phone yesterday, Nadia. She’s coming in for a visit soon and we’d love to take you to dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant. You won’t mind, will you, Logan?” His question is threatening and it causes me to shiver.

  I squeeze Donovan’s hand one last time before he pulls it away.

  “We’ll see,” Logan barks. “Nadia. Let’s get inside.”

  As soon as Logan pushes open the door to the house, panic really sets in. Donovan’s comforting protection that I’d always relied on is once again torn from me. I’d love nothing more than to reminisce about his loving touch and sweet kisses but there’s no time. Logan’s hell storm of fury is clouding the air around me. It’s thick and black. I can almost taste the evil radiating from him. I need to think.

  Our shoes echo on the hard wood floors and neither of us speak. His breathing is ragged. Heavy and uneven. I’m terrified that anything I say or do will provoke him. He’s already been poked too much tonight.

  Focus. Focus. Focus.

  A chill shudders through me when he turns on a lamp. The living room lights up in a yellow glow but it does nothing to calm me. My heart has skittered up into my throat, rendering me speechless.

  He slowly raises his arm and points down the hallway. I can’t help but glance toward the darkened master bedroom.

  “Now!” he barks.

  I squeak and jump, rushing to obey. His footsteps are slow but steady behind me. Once we’re in the bedroom, he turns on the light and begins tugging at his bow tie. I drop my gaze to my feet as my mind creates awful scenarios he’s no doubt planned for me.

  “Undress.” This command is quiet but no less threatening. Once I’m naked, he points to a chair. I don’t utter a word as he searches in his box full of kinky fucked-up treasures and retrieves some rope. Remaining relaxed while he ties me to the chair is nearly impossible.

  Don’t provoke him any further.

  Go with it.

  Focus. Focus. Focus.

  “Do you remember that day you came to see me?” Logan’s voice is cold and low. A shiver ripples through me. I want to look up at him, to implore him to calm down, but I’m afraid of what I’ll see. I’m afraid that this might be the time he snaps completely.

  “Yes.”

  And I do remember it clearly. That was the biggest mistake of my life. The point when I chose to be a vigilante and not inform my partner of my next move. I’d had a breakthrough. But instead of telling Donovan, so we could deal with it together, I acted on impulse and came in search of answers immediately. Answers Logan promised to give me. A file with details and information. Safe in his home. So he’d told me.

  What a stupid, stupid woman I was.

  “You were happy. Probably just finished fucking your stepdaddy, huh?” he sneers.

  This time, I do lift my eyes. He’s pacing in front of me. His bulky frame is bare from the waist up and his muscles ripple with each movement. A hair falls into my eyes tickling the side of my nose. If my wrists weren’t bound behind me, I’d shove it away. I have to settle for blowing it out of my view. My ankles are tied to each front leg of the chair I’m sitting on. Squeezing my naked thighs together is a fruitless endeavor. They won’t move any closer, leaving my pussy open to him. I’m not sure what his plans are but something tells me they’re going to make me scream.

  “No.”

  His malevolent eyes meet mine and he shakes his head. “Don’t even try that fucking bullshit on me. Everyone in this goddamned town knows you and Donovan were sleeping together. Such sick shit, if you ask me. He’s a pervert, Nadia. You’re lucky I saved you from him.”

  I clench my teeth together in an attempt to keep my emotions in check. The last thing I need to do is reveal my weakness to him. Logan would expose it, tear it apart, and feed it back to me.

  “You’re wrong.” My lip wobbles.

  Fucking weakness.

  His gaze zeroes in on it and he grins. It’s far from warm and another shiver quivers through me. “Liar. Perhaps we should play a little game, sweetheart. A little lie detector game.”

  I’m shaking my head no but he’s already sauntering over to his chest and digging through it. Moments later, he returns with a TENS unit. The earth shakes beneath me and a shudder wracks my entire body.

  “Please…”

  His eyes are narrowed in concentration as he peels the plastic from the sticky part of one of the patches. The wires that lead to the device wiggle with his movement. “You’re not getting out of this interrogation.”

  With a lifeless grin, he proceeds to apply one patch to each of my nipples. When he finishes, he slides one between my legs, bypasses my pussy and presses it against my anus. The final patch, he applies to my clit making sure to wrap it tightly around my sensitive bundle of nerves. Once he’s satisfied, he sets the unit on the chair between my legs and trots off. He returns with another chair and places it right in front of me.

  “Now, let’s begin.” He grabs the TENS unit and leans back in his chair. Our eyes meet and I ignore the way the sticky patches tug at the hairs on my most sensitive places. “Did you fuck Donovan the day you came to see me?”

  I clamp my eyes closed and shake my head. “N-No.”

  A tiny click is my only warning before my nipples zap to life. He’s barely got the thing turned up and I’m screaming for him to quit.

  “Lie,” he says simply and turns the dial back down.

  Beads of sweat form on my forehead and I tremble in fear. “I�
��m sorry, I just—”

  “Next question,” he barks. “Did you fuck Donovan tonight? You smell like him, whore. You fucking reek of that prick.”

  Tears stream down my face and I meet his gaze fiercely. “Logan, I swear to you I didn’t have sex with him tonight.”

  He holds my gaze for a long while before he nods. “Truth. But you still fucking smell like him. Did you let him touch your pussy? Did Daddy Donovan lick your cunt?”

  “No! Jesus, Logan. He didn’t touch me, okay?”

  His fingers twitch over the dials as if he’s pondering my answer. “Truth, I think. Did your daddy stick his tongue in your throat? Did he taste your sweet lips?”

  Snot dribbles down over my upper lip and I sob. “N-No. We just talked.”

  The back of his hand comes so quickly, I don’t have time to react. His knuckles crack against my cheek bone causing my head to jerk to one side. “Lies! Did you want him to fuck you?”

  “No!”

  This time, my vision goes black as intense, electric fire explodes between my legs. I jerk at my bindings to push the pain away but I’m completely immobile. The only thing I can do is scream and scream until I’m hoarse. When I think I may pass out, the buzzing ceases.

  “Logan, please,” I beg, my teeth chattering as slobber runs down my chin. “Just stop this. Make love to me.” My normal words have no effect on him. Typically, I can coax him into fucking me but not tonight. Tonight he’s getting off on torture.

  “Why should I? You want him,” he says simply.

  “No.”

  He leans forward and slides a finger past the patch. When he finds the opening of my pussy, he pushes his finger into me. I’m dry. Not at all ready for his next act of punishment. As he begins his probing, I hide. Mentally. Like always. I flee to the safe place in my mind.

  Donovan.

  Always Donovan.

  “I’m scared. What if it hurts?”

  He chuckles and rubs my ass with his palms. “For someone begging to try this, you’re suddenly apprehensive. If it hurts, tell me. I’ll stop. I want you to feel good, baby. Not be in pain. We can do it another time if you—”

  “No. Do it now.”

  I’ve already downed several shots of tequila in anticipation of this moment. We’ve played with toys and his fingers. I always get off. I know he’ll feel good there too.

  I hope.

  We want to share every part of ourselves with each other.

  “Touch your pussy, beautiful.”

  With a nod, I slip my fingers between my thighs. I massage my clit while he spreads my cheeks apart. The sound of a cap being opened makes me take pause, but when he slides the slippery head of his cock against my anus, I focus on getting myself off.

  “You ready?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Go slow in case it hurts.”

  His lubricated cock begins pushing against the tight hole of my ass. I let out a grunt of pain the moment he breaches the opening.

  “Ahh!”

  “What do you want, baby? More or out?”

  I take in a deep breath and close my eyes. “More. Slowly.”

  Donovan must have the patience of a saint because he does exactly as I ask. His thick cock fills me more and more with each passing second. The pain is there, the pressure is intense, but it’s not something I can’t bear.

  “Nadia, baby,” he hisses once his cock is completely seated inside of me. “I’m afraid to move because you feel so good. I might come just from how tight you are.”

  The desperate need in his voice—the slight tremble—makes me hungry for him. I want to please him and give him whatever he wants. Massaging at a quicker pace, I urge him on. “More, Donovan. Fuck me.”

  The words feel dirty to say, but I mean them. At first, I couldn’t even think them without turning as red as a tomato in front of Donovan. But like he’s taught me, sometimes people in love make love. And sometimes they fuck. There’s nothing wrong with us voicing our desires to each other.

  He groans and begins a slow assault on my ass. “Mmmm, that’s my girl. Tell me what you want.” As he thrusts into me with gentle movements, it sends unusual quivers of pleasure racing up my spine. “Like that? Do you like it when I’m in your ass?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  The pain is intense but the rush of breath coming from him spurs me to take it. I want him coming deep inside of me. I want the poised and put together Donovan Jayne coming apart at the seams—all because of me.

  “Fuck!” he grunts. “This is too fucking much, beautiful.”

  The foreign sensation within me becomes less about pain and more about pleasure. I focus on the feeling, lose myself to it. Stars glitter in my vision as an orgasm deep within me cuts through me like a sharp knife.

  “I’m coming!”

  “There!” Logan barks, jerking me from my memory.

  His finger is fucking me hard. My memories are laced with what he’s doing and I come with a painful shudder at his hand. “Oh, God!”

  “Where the fuck do you go that makes you go from dry to gushing like Niagara Falls? It isn’t here with me, doll.”

  I tremble and meet his eyes with a weary stare. “What? Nowhere. I’m here with you.”

  He growls, rage contorting his features into something hateful and wicked. “You’re lying again. It’s with Donovan Fucking Jayne. It’s him you run to in your head. Just like it was him you ran to tonight. You playing me, bitch? Did you really think you could sweet talk your way out of that basement and into my life? For fucking what? To escape? That’s bullshit because you’ve had a thousand chances if that was your motive. Why the fuck are you playing me, Nadia?”

  When I don’t answer, he rips the patches from my body, causing me to scream. Then, he storms off. I’m sobbing when he returns with a sharp knife.

  “Logan…W-what are you doing?”

  The psychotic glare in his eyes tells me all I need to know. Instead of answering me, he begins sawing the rope from my ankles. His movements are uncoordinated, causing him to nick me a few times with the knife. Then, he stands so he can cut the rope from my wrists. Once my hands are free, I open and close them several times to get blood circulating. If I have to run, I need my extremities working.

  A clicking sound jerks my attention back to him. He dangles the handcuffs in front of me. Before I can even think of escaping from his wicked grasp, he wrangles me into the handcuffs and secures my wrists tightly behind me.

  “Logan—”

  “NO MORE!” he booms and shoves me toward the bed.

  I stumble and land face first on the duvet. His belt jingles behind me and I can hear him unzip his slacks. He’s poised to fuck me from behind. And once again, I retreat inside my head. But just as I close my eyes, his hand is on my jaw.

  “Look at me,” he snarls, spit showering my face. His fingers bite into my jawbone and he turns my head to a painful angle to look back at him. “Eyes on me. This is about us, not Donovan Fucking Jayne.”

  His eyes are almost black with rage and I’m terrified. With nowhere to mentally run to, I panic.

  “No,” I cry out, “Please stop.”

  A harsh, bark of a laugh rings out from behind me. “Fuck you.”

  With those words, he begins to force himself into my pussy. I scream and squirm but he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in.

  “Watch me fuck you, Nadia,” he hisses. “Watch me.”

  Tears spill out and I stare at him as he brutally pounds into me. I’m powerless to stop him. All I can do is look right into his two dark windows into hell, all the while praying for a savior. But my savior isn’t coming. I pushed him away and told him I had it handled. And now, I can’t even close my eyes and go to him. The burning inside of me from Logan’s rape is too much to bear without my Donovan. I pray for him to come soon and end this terror.

  “Dios, ayudame,” I murmur. God help me.

  And he does because a moment later, Logan spills his demon seed into me. Luckily for me, on one
of my random pardons from his prison, I made sure to protect myself with a birth control implant. I’ll never birth one of Logan’s children. Ever.

  “Now, sleep on the floor. I’m not done punishing you, bitch.”

  I shriek when he rolls me off the bed and I land painfully on my shoulder. Rolling onto my stomach, I attempt to bury my face into the carpet to hide from him.

  Donovan, my salve.

  As my eyes flutter closed, blue silvery ones rush in and envelop me. He does save me. Every single time.

  When I pull into the parking lot of the station, I’m alerted to someone standing on the side of the building. Groaning, I climb out of the car and put my hand on my piece as I approach. The last thing I want to do is start the day with bullshit.

  I’m still high after a night of fucking a woman who mesmerizes me. This morning, we’d gone back to my place and I’d had sex with her against the shower wall. Despite her previous words, she didn’t seem too enthusiastic to let what we started end with one night. In fact, she seemed all too eager for my monster when I woke up with her lips around it. She promised to visit me for lunch after she ran some errands. Until then, I plan on figuring out what the hell is in Logan’s safe. One way or another.

  “That’s a restricted area,” I call out as I walk toward the figure.

  The man lets out a puff from a cigarette before tossing it into the grass. When our eyes meet, I frown to see Bart Stokes staring glumly at me.

  “Stokes,” I say with a sigh, placing my palms on both hips. “Chief let you go, man. You know you can’t hang around the station all creepy as fuck.”

  He grumbles and runs a shaky hand through his greasy hair. The man looks like utter hell. “I’m here to warn you. That asshole’s off his rocker.”

  I give him a sympathetic nod. “I get that, man. I think we all get that. And I appreciate it, but I don’t need your warnings. Not worth you taking the risk.”

  He takes a step toward me and holds out his hand. I reach out and pluck two bullet casings from his palm. “What’s this?”

  “Evidence,” he states plainly.

  I cringe. “Okay. Why do you have ‘evidence’ that won’t matter in a court of law anyway? Spoliation of evidence is obstruction of justice. I could arrest you for such a charge. You know that, Stokes.”