83: His Rage

LOGAN

I never knew rage could last days without being toned down a single bit. Well, until now that is.

Ever since my last unfortunate encounter with Scarlett, the only emotion I felt was a murderous rage that I was dying to take out on her. That bitch lured me into a trap of her own doing and I’d fallen for it like a fucking fool.

Day after day, my anger at her intensified, as did the hatred I felt for myself and her of course.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't fathom what had gotten into me that night. I’d done far worse than the last time and I was so fucking pissed at myself. I’d gotten so carried away that I’d touched her and gone an extra mile by letting her touch me.

The thought of being stroked by her until I came sent goosebumps crawling all over skin, each one of them borne from disgust and disbelief.

Ashley was meant to be the only woman that’d ever touched me that way, just the same way I was the only man that had ever touched her. But because I seemed to h