Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

I pause, my hand on the cold metal door, ready to walk away. But I can’t. Not like this. Logan needs me, even if it’s in this twisted, fucked-up way. I take a deep breath, steeling myself, and pull my top over my head. The fabric whispers against my skin, a soft sigh in the harsh silence of the jail cell.

Logan turns to face me, his green eyes dark and intense. A shiver runs down my spine, a primal response to the hunger in his gaze. “Show me your tits, Sienna,” he commands, his voice a low growl that seems to resonate in the very air between us.

I glance nervously at the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Logan follows my gaze, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “No one’s coming in here,” he says, a cold certainty in his voice. “Not while Wolfgang’s out there.”

My hands tremble as I reach behind my back, unclasping my bra. The cool air brushes over my nipples, making them harden, a physical betrayal of the turmoil inside me. I let the bra fall to the floor, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

Logan’s eyes roam over me, a hungry, feral look. It’s more than just the emotion of being jailed that’s dehumanizing him. He’s becoming more primal, a creature of raw, unbridled need.

“Hold them up for me,” he orders, his voice a harsh rasp. I hesitate, a blush spreading across my cheeks. Embarrassment wars with something darker, something more insidious. A part of me wants to obey, to submit to his cold commands, to bask in the heat of his gaze.

I cup my breasts, lifting them, offering them to his hungry eyes. His gaze is like a physical touch, setting my nerves alight, sending a rush of heat between my legs. I’m wet, my body responding to his demands, to the bulge in his slacks that betrays his own arousal.

“Pinch the tips,” he growls, his eyes never leaving my body. I comply, a gasp escaping my lips as I roll the hardened peaks between my fingers. The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

I stand there, my body on display, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Logan’s eyes are dark, his breath coming in harsh pants. The air between us is charged, a taut wire ready to snap. And despite the fucked-up nature of it all, I can’t deny the heat coursing through my veins, the wetness between my thighs. I’m turned on, my body responding to his primal need, to the raw, unbridled hunger in his gaze.

Logan’s voice is a dark rumble, like distant thunder. “My father used to do this. Even back then, when women barely knew about sex, without the internet, without videos, women would come, pay a quarter to see the tattooed freak. He’d give them orders in the dark, just like this. They’d show their tits.”

I shudder, my breath hitching. “Logan, don’t—”

“Lick your fingertips,” he commands, his eyes never leaving mine. I hesitate, then comply, my tongue darting out to wet the tips of my fingers. “Now, moisten your nipples.”

I do as he says, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. His gaze is intense, burning into me. “He’d lure them to the back of the tent after the show. Rape them.”

“Logan, you’re not him,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He laughs, a sharp, bitter sound. “Aren’t I? You’re showing your body to a man just like him, Sienna.” His voice is cold, cruel. “Now, keep that pretty mouth shut unless you want something stuffed inside it.”

I gasp, his words a slap in the face. But beneath the shock, there’s a dark, twisted part of me that responds to his crude command. I press my lips together, my eyes locked on to his, waiting for his next order. The air between us is thick with tension, a charged silence that crackles with a dark, forbidden energy.

His voice cuts through the silence, a harsh command. “Unbutton your jeans, Sienna. Slip your hand down. Touch yourself.”

My breath hitches, but I don’t hesitate. My fingers fumble with the button, the zipper, eager to obey. I push my hand past the waistband, down into the damp heat between my thighs. A gasp escapes my lips as I find my clit, swollen and sensitive.

“That’s it,” Logan growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “Rub it for me, Sunset. Let me see you chase that feeling.”

My fingers move in tight circles, the sensation intense, electric. I’m wet, so wet, my body responding to his commands, to the raw need in his voice. I lean back against the cold wall, my hips arching, seeking more.

Logan’s eyes are locked on me, his breath coming in harsh pants. He’s with me, even though he’s locked behind those bars. We’re connected, our desires intertwined, our bodies syncing in this fucked-up dance.

“Imagine it’s me,” he rasps. “My fingers on you, my tongue. Imagine me fucking you, Sienna. Hard and deep, just like you need.”

A moan escapes my lips, my body clenching at his words. I’m not in the jail anymore. I’m somewhere else, somewhere wild and free. It’s just Logan and me, our bodies moving together, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync.

My fingers move faster, the pressure building. I’m close, so close. Logan’s voice is a distant rumble, urging me on, pushing me higher. “Come for me, Sienna,” he growls. “Let me see you come.”

And I do. The orgasm rips through me, a wave of intense pleasure that leaves me gasping, my body convulsing. I ride it out, my fingers slowing, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Time seems to stand still as I reach my climax, my body trembling with a mix of pleasure and emotional release. A gasp catches in my throat, my fingers pressing hard against my clit, riding out the waves that crash through me. Logan’s eyes bore into me, his breath ragged, matching my own panting breaths.

I lean against the cold wall, my body still convulsing with the remnants of my orgasm. Logan’s voice, a low growl, cuts through the haze. “Show me your fingers, Sienna. Let me see how wet you are.”

I pull my hand from my jeans, my fingers glistening with my arousal. I hold them up, a shiver running down my spine as Logan’s eyes darken. He reaches through the bars, his hand wrapping around my wrist, pulling me closer.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Sunset,” he rasps. A jolt of electricity shoots through me, my body responding to the raw, primal words.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate in the very air between us. “No matter what happens, even when I’m locked up, that hot little body belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

I nod, my voice catching in my throat. “Yours,” I whisper, the word a promise, a vow. No matter the distance, no matter the bars between us, I belong to Logan Whitmere. And he belongs to me.

My heart swells with a mix of longing. And determination. He’s a handsome, rugged man, but there’s a loneliness in his eyes that calls to me. My gaze drifts down, admiring the size of his bulge, imagining his cock inside me, filling me completely. I bite my lip, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine.

“Can you… come too?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

“No, not here,” he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “I’m saving it for you, Sienna. For when I can have you completely. For when I can come in that delicious little cunt.”

A thrill courses through me at his words, a promise of more, of a future together. For even that slightest hint of hope.

Logan’s eyes lock on to mine, a fierce intensity burning in their depths. “Let me taste you,” he says, his voice a low command that sends a wave of heat crashing through me. I comply, my fingers still glistening with my arousal. He takes my hand, his grip firm, and sucks my fingers into his mouth.

The sensation is intense, electric. I watch, my breath coming in shallow gasps as his tongue swirls around my fingertips, licking them clean. A moan escapes my lips, the sensation intense, intimate. I shiver as he sucks my fingertips, wringing out one last drop of my pleasure. It’s more than just a physical act; it’s a claim, a promise. I’m his, and he’s mine. No bars, no distance can change that.

I tremble, my breath coming in ragged gasps as Logan releases me. His eyes meet mine, a storm of emotion swirling in their depths. I stand there, my heart pounding, my body aching for more.

I can’t have more.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

I straighten my clothes, the weight of reality settling back onto my shoulders. My fingers tremble as I adjust my bra and pull my shirt down, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. Logan’s eyes never leave me, watching with a mix of longing and sorrow. I can’t stand the thought of leaving him here, behind these cold, unforgiving bars.

“Stay strong for me,” Logan murmurs, his voice a soft caress that soothes the raw edges of my heart. “You’ll get through this. Whatever happens to me.”

I swallow hard to push back the tears threatening to spill. “Don’t talk like that,” I whisper back, my voice barely audible. “You’re going to get out of here.”

Logan’s hand reaches through the bars, his fingers brushing against mine in a fleeting touch that sends shivers down my spine. “You need to be careful,” he warns, his tone shifting to one of concern. “These people are animals.”

And they want to make him into an animal, too.

“I won’t let them win,” I say.

He gives me a small, sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “They already have, Sunset.”

“I’m not giving up on you.”

Logan’s gaze darkens. “I’ll pull you down with me, then.”

“I have to go,” I finally say, my voice cracking slightly as I take a step back.

Logan nods slowly, his gaze already turned away.

With a heavy heart and one last glance at the man I love, I turn and walk away from the jail cell. The metal door closes behind me with a finality that echoes in my chest, but I carry Logan’s dark words with me.

My body still hums from his commands.

It was wrong, the way he spoke to me, but it was also right.

I wasn’t talking to the confident man who protected me from bullies before he even knew my name. I was talking to the shadow that’s lived inside him since he was born, the one who grew up ashamed, the one who always saw himself as a freak.

As much as I wish he didn’t feel that way, I also know that’s part of him. And if I love him, I love both the light and the dark.

Those erotic orders were meant to push me away.

Instead they only strengthened my resolve.