My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 13

Christina

"You won't dare," I stared at him with contempt.

"Try my patience, and you won't be able to walk for the next few days," he spat, then continued in the same tone, "and the slut that you are, I don't doubt that you will come all around my cock."

I couldn't believe he just said those words. How could he even think I would let him have sex with me, let alone make me come?

"You are an asshole," I tried shoving him away, and he fisted my hair in his hand and pulled my head backward, baring my neck to him.

The next second, his lips were on my throat, and pleasure shot throughout my body. He licked, sucked, and bit my soft flesh. While I tried in vain to push him away from me and control my racing heart.

Logan pressed himself harder against me, and the door handle dug into my back, making me wince with pain. My nipples hardened against my bra the way my breast rubbed with his chest as I struggled to get out of his hold.

"You won't go out with Julien, do you understand," he bit on my neck, then soothed the pain with a lick of his tongue, and the pleasure traveled straight to my core.

I bit on my lip, trying not to moan out loudly. His proximity made me weak in my knees, and if not for his hard body pressed into mine, I would have slumped to the floor. It had been so long since my body had felt any man's touch, and being that close to Logan after nearly four years aroused so many dead emotions in me.

"You smell so fucking good," he growled against my throat, and his lips traveled downwards.

I moaned at the back of my neck, still biting on my lip, but I couldn't control the heat curling in my belly and the moisture pooling between my legs.

He popped open the two buttons of my blouse with his free hand and pulled the cup of my bra down. His darkened gaze caressed my bosom, and the next moment, he palmed and squeezed it.

I arched my back in the offering, pushing my bosom into his hands. My lust clouded my judgment and made me forget where I was, and the man who feasted on my bosom had called me a slut not a few moments ago.

"I hate you so fucking much, but I can't stop myself from wanting to bury myself inside you," he groaned as he pulled my puckered bud between his teeth, and I couldn't stop my needy moan to escape my mouth.

The phone on his desk rang, snapping us both out of the trance. Logan jerked away from me and took a step back as if I had a contagious disease that he might contract. We both stared at each other dumbstruck, his gaze filled with disgust and mine filled with shame.

Oh my God!

What did I do?

How could I allow him to touch me? After how he had been treating me, how could I still want him? Why didn't I resist his touch? I hated myself for melting in his embrace the moment his lips were on my skin.

My hands shot up, and I buttoned my blouse and smoothed my hair while Logan glared at me. The phone on his desk kept ringing continuously.

"Leave," he said through gritted teeth, anger rolling off his body in waves.

I turned and opened the door without wasting a minute when his following words halted my feet, "Make sure I don't see you with another man again," he asserted in an icy cold voice.

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I knew better than to poke the bear. Logan looked beyond furious from what just happened, and I knew better than to provoke him in his current state.

Nodding at him, I turned and left his office and passed a group of female employees of our company when I heard them say.

"I heard he only dates supermodels and celebrities," it was Pauline from the finance department.

"Did you see Sierra Ramirez when she came here a few days ago," another girl's excited voice sounded, "She is so beautiful."

My feet halted on their own accord at the mention of Sierra. I shouldn't care what Logan did or who he went out with, but my curiosity got the better of me.

"Regina said they were making out when she went to his cabin to deliver a file," said Anna from HR.

Jealousy dug its claws into my heart, finding out that Logan made out with Sierra and made no attempt to hide it if Regina was to be taken seriously. Why did it crush my heart to know that Logan was in a relationship with someone else?

"Allen also said he heard moans and banging noises from inside while he passed Mr. De La Roche's office," Allen was our colleague, and he was seeing one of the girls involved in the discussion.

Logan told me that Sierra left without blowing him and even asked me who would take care of his hard-on, as it was my mistake that I had not fetched her orange juice fast enough. So there was no banging, and all these women were making wrong speculations based on false information.

"Sierra is a lucky girl. What I won't give to get a chance to jump his bones only once. Or to gag on his French stick," Anna giggled.

A wave of rage gripped me, hearing another woman was interested in him. It shouldn't come as a surprise. Logan was hot in a drop-dead, gorgeous way. His deep brown eyes and those dark brown curls, through which I had my hands running countless times in the past, would give any woman sleepless nights.

His glorious body filled his custom-made suits to perfection. From his broad shoulders to his hard chest that tapered into a slim waist, he was nothing but a walking wet dream of any female.

"When he speaks in his deep voice with that British accent of his, I can feel the vibrations in my core," another girl, Betty, giggled.

"He is French, right? Then why does he have a British accent?" Doris inquired in a thoughtful voice.

"Because he was born and raised in England, you stupid women," I thought bitterly but didn't say anything. Not wanting them to know that I was eavesdropping on their conversation about Logan. I was already getting a lot of shit from the female employees of the company because Logan chose me as his assistant. I had never been anyone's favorite, but the animosity in their behavior toward me after the incident was appalling.

If it were up to me, I would indeed have assigned the first woman who asked me to be his assistant, but unfortunately, I didn't have the authority, and Logan was hell-bent on getting his revenge on me.

I turned and headed to my seat when Samuel called me from his desk, "Jonathan was looking for you."

I squeezed my eyelids together, taking a deep breath. I didn't want to see Jonathan at the moment. In fact, I didn't want to see anyone at all after what happened in Logan's office.

"He didn't look happy," Samuel informed.

My heart thudded against my ribcage. There were cameras in the office. Had the security team informed Jonathan about what happened between me and Logan?

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