BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

9. Logan

After sending Lara out with a list of things that Elle might need, I return back to my room. For once my space was a total wreck. The signs of us having wild sex was plastered everywhere and I sort of pitied the maids who are supposed to clean up later. Soft breeze drifted through the window I left open last night, too distracted by the woman asleep in my bed. Just looking at her naked body, barely covered by the silk sheet made me hard.

I join her, laying beside that beautiful face and the frown on her forehead. Probably having another nightmare. I wonder if she gets them too often. The way she screamed in her sleep last night, I fucking thought there was an intruder in the house.

Reaching out I stroke her cheek gently and her eyes pop open immediately. Fear shows up in those green pools followed by realization that whatever she was musing about wasn't real. "What were you dreaming about?" I ask out of curiosity.

She rolls on to her side, facing me completely. "My father. I keep having this feeling that he's still alive" Her voice is quiet as she frowns.

"That can't be possible." I say curtly. Anger slowly rising up as I think about the man who killed my uncle and almost took away my wife. Yes, he's dead because I made sure of it.

"I know but it's been months and I still can't seem to look past it" The anxiousness in her voice only fumes me further. "We could dig him out, you know. Would that put you at ease?" I ask. If given the chance I'd like to bury the bastard again.

"That's not necessary" She shakes her head with a small smile. She should've known I'd do anything she wants in a heartbeat. All she has to do was ask. Her naked body scoots closer to me and my eyes dip down to stare at the glory she beholds.

"I'm so sore" That hardly sounded like a complain and the egoistic part of me was actually happy to hear those words. And no, I'm not a sadist. "We could stay in bed" I speak the words against her lips as I tuck my fingers under her chin. She opens up for a hungry kiss, tilting her head and my hand trails down curve of her body.

"Such a tempting offer" She pulls back. I had full intentions of using sex as a way to keep her here but that changes the second a buzzing sound grabs both our attention. My phone rings somewhere in the room and I was not in the mood of answering. "Aren't you going to get that?" Elle pipes and I shake my head.

"It's probably just my mother"

"And that's not important?"

I already knew what she wanted and I'm not interested in dealing with it right now. Especially when I have better things to do. My grip tightens around her waist as my phone stops ringing. I give it a minute to see if my mother decides to call again. She doesn't.

"Fucking hell" I groan as another buzz fills the room. This time it's her phone and unlike my lack of enthusiasm she scurries out of bed to find her phone. She doesn't know she's playing with fire walking around naked. Could she be that oblivious? Never the less she matters more than my blue balls. Or so I'd like to believe.

By the time Elle locates her phone, she's already missed two calls and I allow her to respond to who ever the fuck that was as I make my way to the bathroom. Not once in my life did I ever think I'd be taking care of my own erection. Having an endless supply of money meant I could get any woman I wanted at any time but my fucking wife has a plan to drive me insane with my own libido. I start a cold shower, striping and determined to freeze down my cock. Something I've been doing for the last seven months since she left. This will be the second time I'll be taking care of myself while she stands in my house and it annoys the hell out of me.

"Logan—" Her voice catches me off guard as I stand midway trying to make it to the shower. She's already dressed in the robe I gave her last night, which further confirms that I won't be getting any.