The Logan Brothers - Books 1-4 (EXPOSURE, CRASH, TWIN PASSIONS, and ADDICTED TO YOU!)

Chapter 32





Elle

I felt a hand on my leg,  fingers squeezing lightly on my thigh. There was breathing, close to  me, raising in intensity, light groans of pleasure, of anticipation.  My thoughts were hazy, my vision blurred as I began to stir and wake. Was I dreaming?

My dry eyes cracked open and I  saw Brad sitting on the bed beside me, his hand resting on my leg.  His eyes began growing in desire as his fingers slowly began to drag  my skirt up, my underwear slowly coming into his view.

I clenched my legs tight and  spoke lightly. “Brad, what are you doing?”

He turned to me suddenly, as if  shocked out of a trance.

“Nothing,” he said, lifting  his hand from my leg. His voice remained calm. “I was  just....looking.”

The way he spoke made a chill  run up my spine. I knew it wouldn't be long before he wanted to do  more than look, before I woke up one day with him on top of me. He  wasn't the same man I knew, that sweet and kind man who'd do  anything for me. He'd changed over the last year, growing unhinged.  There was no telling what he was capable of now.

“I've missed you a lot Elle,”  he said to me, still a lust in his words. “I haven't been with  anyone since you. I don't think I want to be with anyone ever again.  Do you feel the same?” He looked at me with this detached look ofhope.

I could only lie to him, tell  him what he wanted to hear.

“Of course, Brad.”

“I'm glad,” he said. “I've  been thinking of having you in bed with me again for a long time  now. I'm so happy you're here with me.”

I shuddered inside as his eyes  again washed over my body. His hand began rising towards my neck,  stroking his fingers down under my chin and towards my chest.

I couldn't help but shake and  grimace at his touch, turning my head away slightly and shutting my  eyes.

“You don't enjoy my touch any  more?” he asked, his voice oddly soft.

I was caught between telling  him what he wanted to hear and saying the exact opposite. I just  didn't know what he'd do either way.

“I just haven't had anyone  touch me in a long time. It still feels weird to me.”

“But it's me Elle. It's only  me.”

His lips moved down towards my  neck. I was frozen, not knowing what to say or do. I kept my eyes  shut with my head turned to the side as his hand slid up my arm. His  kisses were soft but began growing in intensity, his breathing  beginning to increase as his hands started rubbing aggressively over  my body.

I twisted my body away from  him, turning my back up as high as I could. His busy hands stopped  immediately, his lips cast away from my neck and cheek.

I could hear him standing up  behind me, the room dropping into total silence.

“You will give me what I want  Elle.” His words were now lost of their softness, any compassion  or understanding gone. They were violent, menacing, full of  repressed anger.

I stayed as closed up as I  could, my body arched away from him and my eyes shut tight, just  praying that he'd leave me alone.

But he didn't.

I heard him undo his zip, his  hands fiddling at buttons, and the sound of pants dropping.

“I've wanted this for a year.  I won't be denied it.”

I was frozen as I felt his hand  reach up my skirt and grip at my underwear, dragging them down. I  tried to struggle, wanted to struggle, but couldn't move. My body  was locked in fear.

I felt his body press up  against me, his mouth bearing down on my ear. “Relax Elle. You  used to enjoy this. It will be just like before. I promise.”

I closed my eyes tight, trying  to call out. But there was no point, no one was going to save me.

BANG BANG BANG.

My eyes opened suddenly as I  heard a loud knock at the door downstairs.

I felt Brad's body stiffen at  my back, his breathing suddenly going still. A silence lay upon the  room, both of us holding our breath.

The door knocked loudly again  and I heard a voice shouting outside. It was a man, but I couldn't  make it out.

“Is anyone in?” the voice  boomed.

I thought about calling out,  screaming at the top of my lungs to alert the guy to my presence.  Maybe he'd call the police, maybe it was the police?

I tried to shout but my voice  was caught, my scream coming out like a whimper. I felt Brad's hand  coming back down over my mouth as I struggled on the bed, my voice  growing louder. I managed to rip my head from his grasp just long  enough to release a piercing cry into the air, shrieking for help.

Brad's hand closed back over my  mouth and I bit hard, feeling my teeth sink into his flesh. He  stifled his own roar, his spare hand coming cracking down on my  head, loosening my jaw.

The world began to go fuzzy  around me, a haze filtering into my eyes. Another blow hit my head,  and then blackness engulfed me.





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