Hidden secrets of Logan

THE CHASE

A MONTH AFTER LOGAN'S FAMILY DEATH

Lisa

"Hey Lisa open up",  Logan banging on my door.

I open up the door to find Logan holding his side with blood on his white shirt. He collapses into my arms with a whisper "help".

I drag him in, throw him on the bed, and cut open his shirt. He had a gunshot wound, it was infected almost as if he had it for weeks. I filled a pan of hot water, got a clamp and peroxide. I dip a piece of cloth into the hot water and wipe the wound to get all the blood and puss out of the way.

I dug the clamp into the wound which made him twist around as I tried to pull out the bullet. Finally, I pulled it out, making Logan hiss and kick the table. I run my hands through his hair and throw the peroxide into the wound

"FUCK!", he yelled I kiss his cheeks and wrap him in some bandages

I start to strip off my clothes as I make my way to the shower. I allowed the water to run over my body. I felt hands wrapped around my waist.

"You heal pretty fast", I manage to let go in a gasp as he grips my right breast. He lays kisses down my neck as his hands slowly drift down to my acing spot.

It can't happen like this

I thought to myself, I took his hands spin underneath and pin it in the center of his back.

He chucked, slipped one of his feet under my foot letting me fall off balance. He catches me with one hand placed behind my back.

"It's a little slippery here", he said, raising an eyebrow. He pulled me in for a kiss not trying to fight it anymore I kissed him back. He lifts with one hand around my waist, I wrap my legs around him. Leaning me against the wall using his other hand he runs the dripping water from my neck, slowly down my chest only to stop at my thighs. I grab his hand and place it around my neck.

"Right here." I break from the kiss and look him into the eyes.

"You, like it rough." He replied. He removes his hand from my neck and gently lets me down. I let out a sigh of disappointment. Turning my back to him I ran my hands through my hair and started to detangle my hair.

"If you ain't going to fuck me you can leave," I said to him.

"Should have known you were desperate," he answered, I wasn't going to let him get to me.

Hmmm

Grabbing the back of my neck, in seconds he slammed me to the cold slippy bathroom wall.

"Wh... ar... yo.. do.." stumbled over my words as he put me in a chokehold.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs." He nibbled on my ear.

"Ma... m.." I tried to speak but couldn't

"I didn't hear that, say it one more time baby girl." He used his other hand to run it down my back teasing me. Feeling him hard up against me I could feel myself wanting to give in.

"Make me." The words finally fall out. Taking me from a chokehold he roughly takes a hand full of my hair and pulls it to make me moan. I could feel his breath on my neck, I wanted him to taste me, kiss me, and be in me.

"Tell me daddy what you want."

"Destroy me." I moan. He lets out a laugh. He lets go of my hair, takes both my hands and places them on the wall. Wrap this hand around my waist and put me into an arcing position.

Was he going to give me what I wanted?

He removes his hand from around my waist, he reaches for the soap, drizzling the soap on my back he uses his hand and rubs the soap from my back onto my legs.