BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

25. Elle

Grief has five stages.

No matter how hard Logan tried to conceal it, I saw the pained look on his face when I told him I wanted a divorce. Technically it's not what I wanted, it's what Wyatt demanded in exchange for his life and I couldn't tell Logan about it. I hated myself for doing this but I didn't have a choice. I had to pay up the man who saved his life and if I were to go back and change my decision I'd do it the same way. Because his life mattered more than the ring on my finger.

I had tried my best to bargain with Wyatt but in the end I only got two weeks until he'd come for his payment. For the sake of my own sanity I had to make sure he's healed before I let him go. Although the ache in my heart was bone crushing, I was going to help him through every stage.

What I hadn't considered was that in real life people swing back and forth between those phases. Right now I was dealing with Logan's denial and anger and my gut told me not one bit of it was going to be easy.

I sat up on his desk, turning to watch him in a leather chair. He was so fucking magnificent. Had I not witnessed it myself it would've been impossible to believe this is the same man who was about to die in my arms yesterday.

"You want your orgasm? Come and get it" His words bite into my exposed skin. There was anger in his tone that made me want to run away. I wanted to lock myself in a room and cry. But I remembered my resolve and I was going to help him through it no matter the punishment he threw my way.

My feet made contact with the floor in a quiet thud, then I made my way towards him. Once again I looked at how naked I was and on the other hand he  had not even pulled his pants down all the way. I've slept with him numerous times so there should be nothing embarrassing about it, yet my body quivered under his scrutiny. I bite my bottom lip as I climb on him, my fingers curled over the edge of the backrest.

Holding my breath I watched at how easily he slipped inside me without any guidance. I began moving on his lap, drawing pleasure for the two of us. Logan was stiff as a log underneath me, his hands gripping the arm rest in a death hold. Telling me I was on my own.

Every sway of my hip brought me closer to my release but I wanted more of this man and I didn't want to stop for the world. I wanted him to know what he meant to me.

I took the chance to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. I needed to feel every inch of him but as soon as I saw his bandaged chest I froze. Tiny dots of blood seeped through the white rags. Tears blurred my vision as I was pulled back to bitter memories.

"Elle" His voice had softened just a tad bit before it gained its sharpness. "If you're not going to ride me, get out" He bit out and I couldn't help the gasp that left my lips.

Logan was a ruthless man when he was mad. I knew it when he came for me that night, I just never had been on the receiving end of it. Not truly, I've come to realize even then he had gone easy on me.

Finally, he put his hands on my hips, fingers catching me in a deathly grip. As if, despite what he said he wanted me to stay. Needed me. That he wouldn't let me run away no matter what.

I had never been selfish in my life and I was definitely not going to start now.

I rolled my hips slowly, watching as his piercing gaze cut off from me. He leaned back and I moved my hands to his shoulders for support. A million thoughts raced through my mind as I moved on top of him. All the emotions taking the best of me that I couldn't find my release. I was too far gone down the black hole to focus on pleasure. All I knew was I had to satisfy this man and it didn't matter whether I'd get out of it.

Logan came with an angry growl, his fingers would definitely leave a mark on my hips. I winced at the slight pinch from him letting go. He opened his eyes and watched me, while his breathing scattered all over my skin.