The morning flew by after I got myself off. I had plenty to read, which just makes time go so much easier.

I can’t stop thinking about what I did. I’ve never been so overcome with desire before like that. I couldn’t even control my actions. I didn’t want to get myself off, but I did, and that’s the most confusing part. I both wanted it and didn’t want it, like everything with Logan.

In any other circumstance, I wouldn’t have these issues. If it were Logan that night at the club, I would have thrown myself at him. But instead we’re in this horrible situation, and I can’t let myself get destroyed by it.

But I can feel my grip slowly slipping away. I can feel it still struggling with my internal demons when I hear footsteps in the hall outside of my cell. The door unlocks and opens. My heart starts hammering in my chest, excitement pouring through me. Logan hasn’t ever come to me in the middle of the day like this.

He steps into the room carrying a tray. “Lunch,” he says.

I smile at him. “I earned lunch now?”

He smirks at me. “I told you, if you obey, your life will be much better.” He hands me the tray and I pick at it absently.

“What happens once I start to obey?” I ask him.

“Then you’re mine.”

“But after that.” I cock my head at him. “I’m not going to be here forever, am I?”

“No,” he says. “You won’t be here forever. I promise that.”

“Where will I go?”

“Somewhere far away.”

“But will I be free? Or will it only get ...worse?”

He watches me silently for a second and I can see something on his face. Instead of answering, he walks over to me and sits at the other end of the cot.

“When I was young, I had to make a choice,” he says. I listen to him, fascinated. “I had to choose between being weak and being strong. I had lost everything, and I was going to be thrown into a whole new world. My mother just died, and she was the only good thing in my life at that time. I thought that my life was over.”

“Was it?” I ask softly.

“No,” he says. “It wasn’t. I chose to be strong and I made the right decisions. I survived that dark time in my life. I survived my father until he died years later.” He pauses and moves closer to me. “Just like you’ll survive this. Now, eat.”

I watch him for a second, not sure what to make of that speech. He stands and moves back to his normal spot against the wall as I go back to eating, absorbing what he said.

When I finish, I look up at him. He’s watching me silently and smiles when we lock eyes.

“Three meals a day,” he says. “You want that, right?”

I nod my head.

“Good,” he says. “You know what you have to do. What I asked you do to earlier.”

I stare at him for a second then shake my head. “No. I can’t do it.”

“You can.” He steps toward me, a wicked grin on his face. “I heard you, Riley. After I left.”

I take a sharp breath and can feel an embarrassed flush come over my skin. “What did you hear?” I ask him.

“I heard your moans,” he says. “I heard you touching yourself.” He crouches down in front of me and reaches out, taking my hair in his fist. He’s so close to me, so damn close, but I don’t pull away. My heart is hammering so fast in my chest I feel like I might scream.

“I heard you say my name,” he whispers.

A thrill runs through my body. I can feel a soft pool of excitement between my legs and I want to look away, but he doesn’t let me.

“You can do this for me, Riley,” he says softly. “Because you want to do it. Give yourself to me.” He releases my hair and stands. “Get up,” he orders.

Like it’s a dream, I obey. I stand up in front of him.

“Strip,” he says simply.

I pause, caught between two worlds. I can keep resisting and pretending like I don’t want this, or I can embrace Logan and all his comforts and pleasure.

Slowly, I pull my top off. He watches me with that same intense gaze that drives me absolutely crazy. I take off my pants and the panties he gave me, before finally removing my bra.

I stand in front of him, completely nude. He eyes my body and gently takes my arms, moving them away from my breasts. I’m so embarrassed but also excited as my heart pounds. My nipples are hard as hell and I want this, I want it so badly.

“On the bed,” he orders me, releasing my arms.

I climb back onto the cot, propping myself up with the pillows. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed, and I can see the bulge in his pants where his cock strains against the fabric.

“Spread your legs,” he says. “Let me see that wet pussy.”

I bite my lip and obey. I open my legs for him. I feel so exposed, so incredibly exposed, and it sends waves of excitement through me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Fuck, Riley. You’re gorgeous. God, your body is perfect. Your pussy is perfect.” His eyes lock onto mine. “Touch yourself.”

Slowly I move my hands down to my wet, slick pussy. I let out a soft moan as I find my clit and gently begin to rub it in soft circles.

“That’s right. Think about what I could make you feel, Riley. I drive you crazy with just my voice, but imagine my hands, my mouth. Go ahead, put two fingers deep inside of you. They’re not as big as my cock, but they feel good, don’t they?”

I moan as I press my fingers inside of me. I’ve never done something like this before. I’ve never even come close with anyone. His eyes take me and his voice pushes me over the edge as he encourages me further and further. I want him so badly and all thoughts of our situation are totally gone from my mind.

All I can feel is desire and pleasure. Logan’s body is ripped and gorgeous, and I want to feel him against me. I want him to take my hair again and pull me hard against him as he pushes his thick cock between my legs.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispers. “It’s because you’re fucking mine, Riley. You’re all fucking mine.”

I press my fingers deep inside of me and moan. “Logan,” I gasp.

“That’s right. Say it. Say my fucking name. You know what you really want.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh god, I want it. Logan, tell me what you’ll make me feel.”

“I’ll make you feel something you can’t imagine, girl,” he says. “My strong arms can grab your body, pin you to the bed, and fuck your slick cunt until you scream for more. And I’ll give it to you, Riley.”

“Oh god,” I gasp, fingers moving faster, pleasure building. It’s so dirty, so wrong, and I must have gone insane, but it feels so good, so damn good. I can’t stop even if I wanted to, not anymore. I press my fingers deeper, fucking myself with them as Logan talks to me, watching me closely.

I can feel it building inside of me, building and swirling as the pleasure crests. I want to come so badly, and I know I’m on the edge.

But before I can tip over, he crouches down next to the bed. “Stop,” he says.

I blink at him. “What?” I gasp, panting.

“Stop,” he orders. “I have a new deal for you.”

I stare at him, so frustrated. I want to keep going. Why would he stop me right now?!

“What?” I ask.

He grins. “I love it when you’re angry.”

“What’s the deal?” I ask, impatient.

“Let me finish you,” he says. “And I’ll give you even more comforts. Let me taste that pussy and you’ll feel better than you can even imagine.”

I stare at him, mind torn, but I know what I need. I’ve needed it for days now.

“Yes,” I moan, moving my hand away. “Yes, Logan.”

He grins and then kisses my lips, rough and hard, and passion explodes in my mind.