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Logan Needy moans echoed through the walls of the hotel room. I took a slow sip of my wine, barely paying attention to Amelia, who was sprawled out on the bed beside me, her legs spread wide, her fingers disappearing between her thighs as she pleasured herself like a desperate whore. “Fuck,” she gasped, arching her back, her breath hitching as she circled her clit, her other hand palming her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her body trembling with each slow stroke she gave herself. “Logan,” she moaned breathlessly, dragging out my name. “God, I’m so wet. I need you.” I didn’t look at her. My mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing Chloe's voice. "You are a monster." I ran a hand through my hair, scowling. Chloe had looked me straight in the eye today, her gaze filled with a hatred I had never seen in her before. I should have brushed it off like I always did. But for some reason, I co
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Logan Needy moans echoed through the walls of the hotel room. I took a slow sip of my wine, barely paying attention to Amelia, who was sprawled out on the bed beside me, her legs spread wide, her fingers disappearing between her thighs as she pleasured herself like a desperate whore. “Fuck,” she gasped, arching her back, her breath hitching as she circled her clit, her other hand palming her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her body trembling with each slow stroke she gave herself. “Logan,” she moaned breathlessly, dragging out my name. “God, I’m so wet. I need you.” I didn’t look at her. My mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop hearing Chloe's voice. "You are a monster." I ran a hand through my hair, scowling. Chloe had looked me straight in the eye today, her gaze filled with a hatred I had never seen in her before. I should have brushed it off like I always did. But for some reason, I co
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Chloe I widened my eyes at his statement. He knew. Of course, he knew. He must have seen the ring. That wasn’t the issue, I was going to tell him after all. Explain everything before jumping into anything with this man. I had always thought Logan and my father were the most calculating bastards in the world, people I had to tiptoe around, careful not to slip up. Careful not to let them find out what I did or who I spent my time with. But this man...it was as if he had pried open my head, taken my brain into his hands, and decided to read every single thought in it. He knew how to corner me into a wall…. literally. No—that shouldn’t even be my concern. The real problem was how my body was reacting right now. His words shouldn’t have sent a shiver down my spine. The heat curling low in my stomach had no right to exist at this moment. But it did. And the worst part? The part I didn’t want to admit? It wasn’t just the attraction—it was the idea that he knew I was married that turn
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Chloe “Touch what’s mine, and I’ll personally send you to hell.” His words sent a sudden heat between my legs. What the hell? I had no idea my body could react like this from just a few words. Or maybe it wasn’t just the words. Maybe it was the way he towered behind me like a personal bodyguard, ready to cut down anyone who touched me. Maybe it was the way his hand gripped my waist in a possessive way, maybe it was the way he growled those words so close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. Anytime I was near this man, my sex drive just shot up. What kind of ridiculous sex appeal was this? It wasn’t normal. “You fucking bastard!!” Otis’ furious voice snapped me out of my daze. He jerked his head up to glare at the man behind me, only for his entire face to drain of color. He looked like he’d just seen the devil. "So confident before. Cat got your tongue now?" “I…. I—” Confusion flickered through me. That reaction was strange. And not just that—the whol
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Chloe The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating through me as I moved to the beat. The VIP section was dim, flashes of blue and purple lights streaking across our skin as we danced. I swayed my hips, my fingers trailing up my curves before sliding into my hair, letting it fall down my back as I rolled my body to the music. Mia twirled beside me, her hands in the air, her laughter spilling out as another girl grabbed her waist and spun her around. A redhead in a leather mini skirt pressed against me, her body moving in sync with mine as we laughed together. “Damn, girl,” she shouted over the music. “You sure you don’t do this often?” I shook my head. “First time.” Mia slid an arm around my shoulders, holding up a shot glass with her other hand. “Well, you’re a natural.” She tipped the glass back, downing the liquor before handing me another. “Come on, drink with us, birthday girl.” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s not my birthday.” She shrugged. “It is tonight.” I took the
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Chloe “We have arrived, ma’am.” I didn’t need to be told. The neon lights flickered through the night, casting a dull glow across the street. I stared at them, feeling something shift deep inside me. How had I reached this point? Normally, I would have given up before I even stepped foot into the shopping mall. Normally, I would have told myself it wasn’t worth it. Logan had done so many worse things before—so why was tonight any different? Why was I acting like a fool, refusing to go home and wait for my husband and his mistress like any other day? The thought alone made me clench my purse tighter. I hadn’t realized how stupid I had been all this time. Even a saint wouldn’t have lived the way I had—blind, obedient, weak. And right now, Logan and Amelia were probably expecting me to be home, crying in some dark corner while they laughed and enjoyed themselves. Well. I might as well enjoy myself too. I turned to the driver, who was patiently waiting, his hands resting on the
