Page 53 of Betrothed in Fury
“Logan, I’m—”
Before I can apologize, he snaps, “I will never submit to you, Killian Lorde.”
“Are you in denial about what we just did?”
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
It’s true because it’s not just his body I wanted him to surrender to me. He refused to give me the words I desperately wanted to hear, even though I know with every fiber of my being that he wanted to give me…everything.
He’s holding back, and I hate him for that.
He gets in my face. “I am the leader of the Wildes, and I submit tono one.”
Even after what we just did, his words stir a fire in my chest that makes me want to attack. If we were wolves, I would already have my teeth in his jugular, but I wouldn’t do that to him. No.
This makes me wish Sik Vik was still alive so I could take this all out on him.
“Yes. You. Will.”
He comes for me again, and I snatch his shirt collar, yanking him toward me so his face is millimeters from mine. “You will submit to me, Logan. And you will like it.”
He thrashes about, and I release him. “Never,” he forces out, as though he’s having to strain even to let his body say that.
He snatches his shoes off the floor, and I have to keep from chasing after him as he rushes for the door. When he opens it, I call out, “When will I see you again?”
He stops in place. “I don’t want to see you ever again,” he says without looking at me. He might as well have torn into my gut with a blade, and I feel a flash of panic before he adds, “But maybe next week.”
He rushes out, leaving me spinning from the intense fuck and that final confrontation—this part of Logan that can’t stand what he knows in his heart is true. What I learned is true from what we just shared.
He wants to submit as much as I want to dominate him. He craves it deep in his soul. Logan is a bright fire of rage, and I’m the black smoke that needs to consume him.
19
LOGAN
En route toHayward, I avoid looking at the guys. Feels like I’m wearing what Killian did to me all over my face—stained it the way he stained my throat and belly that first time.
Once we arrive at the house, I rush to my room so my brothers won’t see me. I lock my door and scream, releasing all the tension knotted up inside me.
Why did he do that to me? Killian was supposed to be our friend, our ally, but now he’s using his beauty and charisma to play with my emotions and body.
And…oh fuck…when he played with my body…
I can still feel what it was like when he was swelling inside me as he came, see the look on his face when he lost control, just wanting to fill me with his seed. The filthy words he said, the way he spoke to me, echo in my head.“Admit you want to be dominated by me, Logan.”What it took to keep from saying it, from begging him to own me, like I wanted to be nothing more than his property, an object to be cherished by him.
This is his doing because I’ve never had a fucking thought like that in my entire life.
“Tell me you want me to come in your cunt. Tell me, or I won’t take you to the end.”
He called me a liar, but he lied too because he took me there even though I didn’t obey him.
I grab hold of my dresser and push it to the floor, the wood cracking as it hits.
What would Dad say if he knew what I did with Killian?
“You’re in charge of this family. That means you have to be a leader, which means you have to always be in control.”
I loved him, but I’m so mad he would tell me to marry Killian, then also tell me that I have to remain in control. How can I have both when the very thing that feels so exciting with him is that he wants control? And it’s so tempting to let him take that burden from me, to give him what he wants so I can have a moment of freedom from my responsibilities.
