Redeeming Logan

Chapter Twenty-Two

Taliah

S lowly stirring awake, I stretch my muscles out, but the soft, silky sheets beneath me do nothing for the pain my body is in. A groan slips from my lips as my mind flits back to the memories of last night. Logan wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to break me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a semitruck. Every muscle is throbbing, and the slightest movements make sharp pains emit from my limbs. A soft russel from the corner has me swishing my head to the side, and meeting Logan’s dark eyes.

He’s seated on the window seat, his slacks hanging loose on his hips, and his dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging around his shoulders. If one could die from looking at someone this sexy, then I’d definitely drop dead. Logan’s hair is sticking up in different directions, like he’s spent the evening pulling at it in frustration; the dark bags under his eyes reflect my suspicions. He slowly gets up from the bench seat and stalks towards me, and I feel like a hopeless rabbit that is about to get pounced on. Leaning over the side of the bed, he swipes my hair away from my forehead before leaning down and kissing my lips with an out of character gentleness.

“How do you feel, Taliah?” He says with a smirk spreading across his face, his eyes sparking with mischief.

“I feel okay, kinda like I’ve been used as a punching bag, but otherwise fine.” I whisper back just barely loud enough for him to hear. A blush rises to my cheeks when he rips the sheet covering me off the bed. Before my hands instinctively go to cover my breasts, he grips them and slams them down, holding me hostage with his terrifying gaze.

“How many times do I need to tell you to not cover up what’s mine?” Logan growls in my face. “Your body is beautiful, and there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I’ve ravished almost every part of this body one way or another at this point.” Leaning up, he takes a step back away from the bed, blatantly admiring my naked, and battered body before him. I can’t help but notice the hard on he’s sporting, causing me to rub my thighs together in need. “One dick in you, and now you’re a little slut for it, aren’t you Little Monster?” He puts a knee on the bed and clasps his strong hand around my neck, directing my attention. “But you’re my little slut, aren’t you?” He asks as he parts my lips, and sticks his thumb inside, sliding it against my tongue. The taste of him makes me whimper and his eyes flair with desire. “You really are different, aren’t you?” He whispers, almost to himself, but I catch it regardless.

Logan drops his hands and steps back to the window seat, plopping down, and slinging his right leg over his left knee. His head leans back against the window, and the silence in the room is deafening. Sighing, I amble my way out of bed and painfully make my way to the bathroom without a word. Shutting the door behind me, taking a deep breath, switching the light on, and turning towards the mirror. My skin is littered with cuts and bruises of all shapes and sizes. At first the sight makes me cringe, as I resemble a tigers play toy. But the longer I look at the marks, the more comfortable I feel.

The thick purple hand print circling my neck throbs as I reach up and gently run my fingers over it. Similar purple and blue bruises mottle my wrists and waist, the outlines of Logan’s fingerprints making me giddy. Each cut makes me smile, because he’s the reason why they are there. The deepest ones are covered with gauze and tape, which I gently pry off my skin before turning towards the shower and switching the water on warm. Once steam is billowing out of the stall, I gingerly step into the shower and let out a pained hiss when the water hits the cuts. Quickly showering off the residual blood and sweat from my body, I finally hop out and wrap myself in a fluffy white towel. When I enter the room again, Logan hasn’t moved an inch from where I left him and that irritates me.

“Look, if you’re going to sit in here and sulk all day, then you can leave. I know I’m not the most experienced partner you’ve had, but you don’t have to act like fucking me was like killing your dog or some shit.” The sass in my voice is apparent, and if it wasn’t, then the eye roll at the end definitely was. He doesn’t say a word as I disappear into the closet. I drop my towel in a huff, looking for something to wear that won’t irritate my skin today. As I pull out a soft t-shirt dress from the rack, I’m suddenly spun around and slammed up against the wall beside the closet door. Logan’s hands are pressed against the wall on either side of my head, and his ragged, minty breath wafts in my face as his nostrils flair.

“You think me fucking you was just a chore to me?” His voice holds a tone that reminds me why I should be scared of this man. He could snap my neck like a toothpick in an instant. Trembles wrack my body as my mouth flops open like a fish, flailing to find the words to say. “Do you really think I would fuck you if I didn’t want to? I have plenty of pussy in this institute to fancy me if I wanted it,” Tears start to well in my eyes at his admission as he leans down towards my ear to whisper, “But I chose you, Taliah. You and that pretty pussy of yours are mine now. Do you understand?” The gasp of relief that leaves me has me straining on my tiptoes to press my lips to Logan’s waiting ones.

This kiss is all teeth and tongue as we battle for dominance. He lifts me up by my thighs and wraps them around his waist as he smashes my body up against the closet wall, his molded to me almost perfectly. My cunt is already weeping for this man, and all he did was claim me officially with his words. Logan reaches down and frees his hard cock from his slacks and wastes no time impaling me to the hilt. His thrusts are brutal, my back scraping against the wall, the cuts on my front sparking with pain as his body rubs against my own. He reaches between our bodies and starts to rub fast, tight circles around my swollen clit. My orgasm slams into me fast, knocking the breath out of me, as my pussy clenches his dick so tight that it sends him over the edge too.

We stand there clutching each other for a few moments before he carries me back to the bathroom, and sits me on the counter top. Grabbing a washcloth, he runs it under warm water before cleaning up the come leaking out from between my legs, and then tosses the rag into the dirty clothes hamper. Logan stands between my spread legs, and grips my face between his hands, tilting it up towards his. “You’re mine, Little Monster. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”