My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 82

Christina

Logan pinned me to the elevator wall as the door closed behind him. Pressing the engage button, he turned to me, his deep brown eyes boring into mine.

"You know well, I don't like defiance, Christina," he wrapped his hand around my throat.

If I thought we made progress last night, all my assumptions went down the drain as I stared at his enraged expression.

Logan pulled my face forward with his hand around my throat, and I gasped as his fingers dug deeper into my skin. If he didn't loosen his hold, my skin would bruise.

"I....I... can't go to work with you," I stammered, and my palms began sweating from dread.

Logan was beyond furious, and I couldn't understand why. He couldn't expect me to go with him and fuel the rumors.

"Why is that?" He gritted out with a clenched jaw.

"Everyone will talk about us. There are already rumors circulating that I am sleeping with you. If we show up at work together, it would only confirm them," getting a grip over my dread, I gave him the reason why I didn't want to go to work with him.

"So you don't have any problem when people talk about you sleeping with Jonathan. But you mind when the rumors are related to me?" Logan taunted, chuckling darkly.

Suppressing my anger, I glared at him, not believing his audacity. I agree that I betrayed him, but it didn't give him a certificate to slut shame me. Then I remembered my last meeting with Logan and how it turned out.

Squeezing my eyelids, I tried taking deep breaths to calm down myself. Logan was furious. If I didn't handle the situation calmly, it would only escalate.

"I never slept with Jonathan," it took all my strength to admit that to Logan. I didn't owe him the truth, but I only wanted him to calm down.

One thing that I learned in the past couple of months was that it was always better if I didn't make Logan angry. He was intolerable when he was normal in his current blinded-by-hatred state, and I couldn't even think of an adjective to define him when he was furious.

"Do you think I will take your word for it, Christina?" Logan arched his brow as he leaned onto me, "There couldn't be a bigger fool in this world than you."

"I am not lying," I hissed at him.

Logan pulled his hand from my throat and grabbed my waist roughly. He flipped me around and pressed me against the wall with his hand on the nape of my neck.

"I will erase the trace of every man from your memory," he growled into my ear.

Before I could comprehend anything, he pulled my skirt up and pushed aside my panties. A click sounded as he undid the belt and unzipped his pants.

"Logan, what the..." I cried but couldn't complete my sentence as I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

"Are you mad?" I shrieked, but Logan didn't even flinch.

He continued his assault until I was moaning and panting and begging him for more. He knew very well how to play my body and make me bend to his will. I hated myself for letting him toy with me and enjoying it.

"Every step you take will be a reminder of who you belong to, Christina," Logan bit the crook of my neck and sucked my soft flesh pulling it in between his teeth.

I squeezed my eyes, flattening my palms on the mirror. It was like someone had unleashed a beast within him. With his hand on my nape, he pressed me harder against the mirror as he took me without any restraint.

We climaxed together, and stars danced in my vision from the force of my orgasm. I came harder than ever and felt like all strength left my body.

The moment he pulled from me, I swayed, and if not for his arm around my waist, I would have stumbled to the floor. My legs turned to jelly, and I felt like I had no strength left in my body.

I didn't even notice when Logan disengaged the elevator, and it began moving. I realized it when the elevator halted after reaching the lobby on the ground floor, and the doors opened.

Logan wasn't boasting when he said I would remember him with every step I took because the moment I took a step to walk out of the elevator, I felt a soreness between my legs. It stung with every step I took further. I cursed Logan internally as he dragged me to his Chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce. The drive to work was uneventful, with Logan busy on phone calls and I staring out the window with a set jaw.

I slipped out of the Roll Royce after Logan as the Chauffeur wished him a good day, holding the door open for us. Logan slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me to his side the moment my feet hit the pavement.

My eyes shot up to his deep brown eyes in alarm, "What are you doing?"

"Letting everyone in this company know that you are mine and off-limits for every one of them," Logan asserted with a stone-hard face.

Dread clogged up my throat, and I couldn't even utter a word in protest as he dragged me with him inside the massive glass door at the entrance of the building. The people in the lobby and reception stared at us with heightened curiosity.

That couldn't be happening. It was just a nightmare and would be over when I woke up. I tried to assure myself, but I knew I was only deceiving myself.

I tried to yank his hand off my waist discreetly, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. But I knew it was not just mere gazes fixed on us, but I was getting examined under a microscope.

Logan provided fodder for the gossip mill, and it wouldn't be long before the slut shaming would start. I had no idea when we entered the elevator and left it after reaching the desired floor. All I could feel was the sharp gazes of every company employee whom we passed to Logan's office.

I flushed from embarrassment by the time we reached his office door. I wanted to jump from the terrace of the building and kill myself. The humiliation I would endure because of what Logan did made my stomach churn.

The moment we entered Logan's office, I pushed him away from me with all my strength, "Do you have any idea what you just did?" I hissed at him, unable to control the simmering in my blood.

Logan wrapped his arm around my throat and pulled me to him with a jerk. Crashing his lips over mine, he kissed me roughly, passionately in an all-consuming way.

"I just staked my claim over you," he groaned, pulling away from the kiss, leaving me panting for air.

"You are insane," I wiped the tears of humiliation that filled my eyes.

"It isn't my fault that you drive me to insanity," Logan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and even in this enraged state, I couldn't help but think how fucking hot he looked doing such a primitive act.

I was pathetic.

That man wasn't leaving any stone unturned to humiliate me, and all I could think was how hot he was. Logan and I tended to bring out the worst in each other. All he did was degrade and humiliate me, and it only took him to look at me in a certain way to make me horny as fuck for him.

I turned on my heels and thundered out of his office. Furious at Logan, mad at myself, and swearing never to let his touch and hotness affect me.

"Wow," Joan's sharp voice collided with my eardrums, and my feet halted in my tracks.

"So it was true all along that you were sleeping with him?" Joan stepped out from behind the cubicle.

I felt like someone turned over a bucket of ice-cold water on my head and knocked the air out of my lungs

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