DOMINATING! CONTROL! OBSESSION! CONQUERING! In a twisted game of power and submission, childhood enemies Logan and Gavin engage in a delicate game of possession and control. When Logan's family falls into the problem of facing bankruptcy, he's forced to swallow his pride and seek help from the one person he's always despised. Gavin Slade. Gavin however, sees this as the perfect opportunity to exact revenge on his long time enemy. With each problem Logan faces, Gavin appears as a black knight, but at a price Logan might not be willing to pay, a price to satisfy Gavin’s twisted desires. As the stakes escalate, Logan finds himself trapped in a web of dependence, with Gavin holding the reins. But beneath the surface of their antagonistic relationship, a spark of attraction flickers to life with each encounter deepening their erotic desires. Desires Logan swore he would never have. As Logan's feelings grow increasingly complicated, he begins to question whether Gavin's ultimate goal is to destroy him or to claim him as his own. Will they find redemption in each other, or will their toxic dynamic prove to be their downfall? In this tale of obsession and control, the lines between love and hate are blurred, and the true nature of possession is revealed. Can Logan and Gavin find a way to break free from their destructive patterns, or will they remain forever bound in a cycle of desire and domination?
View MoreGavin’s tires crunched on the gravel as he pulled into the parking lot. I could feel his eyes on me, a possessive heat that always made my stomach flip many times over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter leaning against my car, arms crossed, a picture of casual impatience plastered on his face as he kept glancing at his watch. Gavin scoffed as he took sight of Peter at the other end of the parking lot and I shot him a warning glare. "Please Gavin just stop. You're not helping."His jaw tightened, as he stubbornly rolled his eyes. "I could have taken you to Miller's directly," he muttered, the words laced with jealousy that made me roll my eyes."Be good Gavin," I sighed, already reaching for the door handle. I just wanted to get this meeting over with. Mr Miller was a tough nut to crack, and I needed to focus. But before I could open the door, Gavin grabbed my hand, his grip strong. He tugged me towards him, his eyes burning into mine. And then he kissed me.It wasn't a
The mere fact that Gavin had actually said the words ‘sorry’ had stopped me dead in my tracks. Gavin’s voice.. it wasn’t the usual sharp, almost forced apology he usually offered. This was… different. Genuine. But my back was still to him, I don’t want to look cheap and turn to face him right away. “Aren’t you going to turn around to face me?” he asked, the words laced with a hint of what sounded like vulnerability?“Talk from there. I can hear you clearly,” I bit out, trying to keep the edge in my voice.I heard him hiss, then I heard his footsteps, quick and determined, closing the distance between us. Before I knew it, he was there, his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. His eyes they held a mixture of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. He wasn’t looking away, like he usually did when things got difficult. He was meeting my gaze, his expression intense.“I’m… I’m not good at this,” he started, his voice rough around the edges. “Apologizing. I wanted to… to show
This sexy daredevil Gavin. He had built this? This… flower cafe? Just for me? My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn't just a cafe with a few potted plants scattered around. This was a floral wonderland. Vines draped from the ceiling, blossoms of every imaginable colour cascading down like living waterfalls. I could only stare speechless. This was like one of my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this, and he built this just for me. My heart which had been clenched tight with resentment and forced anger now fluttered like a hummingbird caught in a sudden burst of joy."Do you like it?" Gavin's voice, usually so confident, sounded almost hesitant. He was watching me, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths."I… I do," I managed, the words a little breathless. A genuine smile stretched across my face, the first in what felt like days. "Thank you Gavin." The 'thank you' felt inadequate, a small offering for such a grand gestu
My eyes narrowed, focusing on Gavin as he sized me from a distance, like a predator accessing its prey. Wasn’t he tired? Was he here to fight again and accuse me of stupid shit? If that’s the case then I do not have anything to say to his stupid overly suspicious ass. Me being pissed was one thing, but Peter’s stupid chuckle grated on my nerves even more. “Go ahead and talk if you want to,” he chirped, and my frown deepened. “I would rather wrestle a grizzly bear with my bare hands than talk to that maniac.” I hissed, the words laced with venom. “Just pretend he isn’t there Peter. Seriously.” Turning on my heel, I stalked towards my car. The sooner I put distance between myself and that… that sexy viper, the better. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Gavin fucking Slade, damn him, had already started walking towards us and closing the gap. God! I wish I had longer legs. “He’s coming,” Peter snickered, the sound echoing my own internal frustration. He seems to be enjoying
~ Logan’s POV ~A long hiss escaped my lips as I watched Gavin storming out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut with a loud resounding thud. “He has started again,” I said completely irritated and frustrated. Honestly, the man was being utterly unreasonable. It was Peter, for God’s sake. Peter, who was my secretary, yes. But he was also more than just my secretary. Peter, who was practically family. Peter, knew me inside and out. And Peter, who, I was absolutely certain, harbored no romantic interest in me whatsoever.Sure, Peter was a bit of a flirt. A player even. He could charm the birds out of the trees, male or female, it didn’t matter. He had always been that way and he was very charming too that he even flirted with customers sometimes. But he had never crossed a line with me. Never given me a single indication that he saw me as anything other than a friend, a boss, a… well, a complicated part of his life, I supposed. So Gavin’s jealousy, this simmering rage th
I slammed the bathroom door behind me, the sound echoing the rage pounding in my head. Fuck. Just fuck. I yanked my pants trousers on, the soft material surprisingly rough against my skin, a huge contrast to the slick heated feel of… last night. My jaw tightened as I recalled my night with Logan. Last night had been… perfect. God, it had been everything. Logan and I, pressed together in that cramped shower, the steam fogging the mirror, his warm mouth against my throbbing dick, his tongue swirling my whole lengthy. The way he had… the way he had moved and bucked his hips against mine. My fingers in his warm hole, loosening him up. It was perfect.My fingers clenched at the memory, a phantom sensation lingering. And this morning had started so well. We had been laughing, for fucks sake, almost getting at it again even, then Peter’s name had slithered into the conversation, like a goddamn snake. Just the mention of the man’s name was enough to ignite a fire in my gut. And L
“Teach me how to court Logan.” Those were the embarrassing words I had said to Lily last night. But now, I stood outside of our family mansion and Lily’s words echoed in my head.“If you want my help, you come home.” Help. As if I had a choice. I was utterly lost in the struggle to gain Logan Pierce’s affections, a lack thereof I had and Lily, that manipulative little… sister, was my only lifeline. So, here I was, at the house. Mom had also given me an ultimatum to return home today or actually get disowned for real. I let out a frustrated hiss, a small act of rebellion against the inevitable, and pushed the front door open, and walked into the house.The familiar sounds of morning filtered through the house. The clinking of silverware, hushed conversations. I knew exactly what awaited me. The ritual of forced civility disguised as family breakfast. As I entered the dining room, the scene unfolded precisely as I had imagined it to be. My father, as always, was engrossed in hi
~ Gavin’s POV ~My head pounded against the mattress as I dived in head first. I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain stubborn little bunny called Logan. Just because we had an argument, he had refused to eat for three whole days, just to prove a fucking point. A stupid, reckless and almost fatal point. The memory of his pale face, when I found him passed out in his room churned in my gut. I knew I had messed up, royally. My usual tactics, the leverage, the veiled threats , they had backfired spectacularly which almost maybe made him almost lose his life. Imagine if I hadn’t gone back that day, what would have happened? I couldn’t bring myself to imagine it. And the worst part? A tiny, shameful voice whispered that I deserved it. I deserved to lose him forever.I shifted, resting my head on my hands, staring blankly at the ceiling. Logan’s words after we got back from the hospital couldn’t stop echoing in my mind. “If you really want to date me, then come over once in a while.
The warmth I was feeling right now from the body pressed against mine was a pleasant surprise. A deep comforting heat that seeped into my bones, chasing away the lingering chill of… what? I couldn't quite place it. The feeling was familiar, though. Like a half remembered dream or memory. I snuggled closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. It was the kind of warmth that reminded me of… my mom. Her soft body pressed against mine, the gentle weight of her arm draped across my back when I was still a kid. She would hold me like that all night, a constant, reassuring presence in the darkness that clouded our lives back then. I clung to the warmth beside me now, seeking that same comfort I used to feel. But something was… off. It wasn't quite the same. The texture, for one. Mom was… softer. This was firmer, harder and more… defined. And the smell. Mom always smelled of lavender and something faintly sweet, like warm milk and honey. This was different. Sharper. More… masculi
PROLOGUE “Tell me what you want baby.” He whispered softly into my ears. I couldn’t open my eyes as I bit my lips to stop the moan from escaping my throat. It was utterly embarrassing. “I know what you want Logan, but I want you to say it.” His playful voice teased as he nibbled on my earlobes while his fingers gently caressed my nipples. Why do I need to say it. I would rather die than say such embarrassing things out loud. He licked down from my ears to my throat as his wet tongue settled on my Adam apple. In this moment, I couldn’t hold back my moan as my toes curled up on the bed. “Ah Gavin! Yes!” I moaned shamelessly and I could feel him smirking without having to meet his eyes. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it little bunny.” He teased once more and I felt like my hard dick could explode any moment from now from all the teasing he was doing to my body. “Fuck you Gavin!” I cussed in rage and he bit my neck, causing me to wince in pa...
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