The Inheritance: Anything He Craves Page 3

  "Come with me," he said, pulling back from her, grabbing her hand possessively into his and half-leading and half-pulling her towards the back of the club. They disappeared into the shadows behind one of the massive floor speakers. Before she had time to even consider what was going on, Logan had her pinned back against the wall and the toy in her ass began to vibrate, low and steady. She moaned softly, clutching to the front of his shirt to keep herself steady on her feet.

  Then he was kissing her again, his mouth on hers, his tongue demanding her surrender as he hiked up her skirt around her waist and pulled down her thong. It fell to the floor at her feet. His hand cupped her bare mound, and then he slid a finger between her wet folds.

  "Logan," she gasped when he tore his mouth from hers and began placing a string of kisses along her jaw.

  He thrust a finger into her roughly and she cried out at the sudden intrusion. Feeling an urgent need to stroke his hard as granite cock, she undid his jeans and tugged them down, exposing his impressively sized member.

  "Damn you're wet Angel," he growled into her ear, sending another shiver through her. He was right, she was drenched and her pussy throbbing, demanding to be satisfied. He grabbed her thighs and lifted her onto his hips as he pressed her tight against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding tightly unto him as his thick shaft pressed at her entrance.

  My God, am I going to do this? Now? Here? A slight rush of panic overrode her desire as she considered what she was about to do. But his mouth was on hers again, his tongue thrusting its way past her parted lips. She needed him. She needed his body, his strength and the pleasure he was about to give her.

  "Tell me you want this," he demanded, pulling his lips from hers and looking down at her, fire flaring up in his green eyes.

  "Yes. Oh God, I want it Logan!" She moaned.

  She had barely gotten the words out when he slammed himself into her hard and deep. The head of his cock rubbed against her inner wall and she cried out both from surprise and the overwhelming pleasure which rocked through her.

  "More?"

  There was a sarcastic, arrogant tone in that one simple word, but she didn't give a damn at that moment. All she wanted was for him to push her over the edge of her desire that she was teetering on at that moment. Between the anal plug mercilessly vibrating in her ass and his thick hard cock filling her pussy she felt as though she was going to be ripped in two. God, she loved the feeling!

  "Yes. Oh, God yes!" she groaned burying her face against his neck and fisting the back of his jacket with her body tense and on edge, anticipating the moment of release.

  Pulling out once more, Logan paused, the head of his shaft barely breaching her entrance and then rammed back into her, slamming her body against the wall. His cock filling her the second time pushed her over the edge. She screamed out her climax, her scream muffled by his neck and overcome by the loud beat coming from the speaker next to them.

  Logan inhaled sharply and froze momentarily, his cock buried deep within her. "More?" he asked. His breath against her ear, sending a chill through her.

  Oh God yes! At that moment having him, over and over, and feeling the rush of pleasure he was bringing was all that mattered. Her vow to never have sex with him was a distant memory. "Yes, Logan. Please," she gasped. Despite her orgasm she was still sitting on the brink. It was excruciating, but the torment was divine.

  Logan fisted her long locks and gave them a downward tug forcing her head back and her eyes up to meet his. As he pulled out once more his lips came crashing down on hers, hard and almost violently as he began to thrust into her with force and power. With an urgency that had her moaning against his mouth, his tongue wrestled with hers.

  Angelica tightened her arms and legs around his neck and waist and began to move with him, needing him - harder, deeper, faster. He felt so amazing in her in combination with the butt plug. Their bodies moved at a frenzied pace that matched the intensity of the thudding beat of the music, and she found herself becoming light-headed as she reached her breaking point once more. "Oh fuck yes Logan," she groaned as he pulled his mouth from hers and their eyes locked.

  "I'm going to fill this sweet pussy of yours, princess," Logan warned her.

  Yes! Yes! Oh God yes!!!

  The thought of him coming within her was the final straw. Forcing herself to keep his gaze she stopped moving on him and her body tensed. Quickly she found her body undergoing a series of orgasms, bringing him to his point of no return. With a final thrust Logan groaned, loud and feral, as he drove himself so deeply inside of her that she cried out as his cock exploded filling her core. She found the tremors overtaking her once more, coming with him. Their mixture of fluids slowly seeped past his entrenched cock and down her inner thighs as they clung to each other, panting and taking comfort in each others bodies.

  Reaching between her legs Logan removed the plug and thrust it into his jacket pocket. He then grasped her ass in his hands and hoisted her up and dislodged his shaft from her. She found herself holding back a whimper of protest, missing the loss of him filling her.

  "Five hours."

  Huh? Angelica frowned as she peered up at him, feeling the flush in her cheeks and relieved that the darkness of the club would cover it.

  Logan gave her a snug grin as he stepped back from her. "It took me five hours to get you from no sex-o ever, to have you begging me. I think that's a personal record to be honest."

  Anger flared up within Angelica as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. It was all a game and he'd won a grand slam victory over her. He used her and she couldn't have stopped her reaction to the realization if she wanted to. "You son-of-a-bitch!" Her hand lashed out and the palm connected with his jaw, making a loud slapping sound. She moved so quickly Logan blinked with a shocked look on his face, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

  As soon as she slapped him regret overtook her. As much as he deserved the slap, she knew that that could be the one thing that sent him packing. Panic threatened to take over, but she pushed it back down. She couldn't let him see that she was vulnerable. If he was going to leave, he would regardless of what she did or said now, she knew this. She was determined to hold on to the last sliver of dignity she had. Once she had her skirt adjusted properly she squared her shoulders and met his gaze.

  Logan's expression became unreadable as he held her gaze.

  "So does this mean you've gotten what you came for and leaving now?"

  The muscles in his square jaw tightened as he kept her gaze and then he slowly shook his head, the smug smirk returning on his lips. "Nah, I think I'll stick around a bit longer."

  Reaching over to her, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her eye and tucked it behind her ear. The simple gesture made her want to sigh, but she restrained herself. She hated him, but hated that she wanted him even more, despite his arrogance.

  Without another word to Angelica, Logan bent down snatched her panties from the floor, turned and walked away from her. She watched as he thrust her panties into his jacket pocket and casually strolled down the darkened corridor and out the back exit, not even pausing to look back to see if she was watching him.

  Chapter 4

  Logan was absent-mindedly flipping through the television channels while periodically glancing down at his watch and noting the time as he waited for Angelica to arrive home. It was now nearly 4am and she still had not shown up. He hated to admit it, but he was getting slightly concerned. But who was he to be concerned or interested in her whereabouts? He barely knew her. She was the spoiled, self-indulgent daughter of Richard Lawson, who he'd spent the majority of his life hating and envying - that's what he knew of her. So why would he care?

  "I don't," Logan grumbled softly as he pressed the power off button on the remote just as he heard a car tear up in the driveway, tires squealing. He quickly made his way across the living room and peered out the window and watched in both horror and amusement as Angelica swerved her car, missed the
massive marble fountain and then proceeded to drive up onto the lawn and come to an abrupt halt in the middle of a rose bed, after running down a couple of ceramic garden gnomes.

  "Fuck!" Rushing from his position at the window Logan raced from the living room into the foyer and out the front door not bothering to close it behind him. By the time he'd made it to the car, she had already managed to open the door and stumble out. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

  "H-h-hellooooo Looooogan."

  Grabbing her arm he yanked her roughly to her feet. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Or someone else?" Pushing her aside, but still holding onto her arm to help support her, he closed the car door.

  "Ouch! You're hurting me!" Angelica attempted to pull her arm from his grasp and stumbled.

  "Damn it Angel!" Logan growled though clenched teeth as he slipped an arm around her waist to further steady her.

  Tilting her face up, her blue eyes peered into his. "I kn-know why you're h-h-here."

  Taking in a deep breath, Logan slowly exhaled. "I'm here because you tracked me down and begged me to come." Raising a accusing brow at her he added, "Remember?"

  Angelica shook her head, her hair fanning out around her head and then glared up at him. "No. No, you're here to p-p-punish me because of dad." Placing her palms against his chest, she attempted to push herself away from him, but the combination of alcohol and his overpowering strength made her attempt to break free of his hold impossible.

  Logan opened his mouth to deny her accusation, but then snapped it shut. She was partially right, sure. But she was getting what she wanted. He didn't go to her, she had gone to him dammit. "Don't worry, in a month I'll be gone and you'll be living like a princess like you always have."

  "Let go!" she once again attempted to squirm free, her breasts brushing up against his chest and igniting his arousal.

  "No," Logan replied, pinning her up against the vehicle. "Not until we get this straightened out."

  "Don't you get it!" she spat tears forming at the corners of her blue eyes as they met his. "It's never gonna be the same!"

  Logan huffed, but his resolve faltered at the sight of the unshed tears. "Sure it will. You'll have this huge house. Money. You can go out every night and party with your little trust fund girlfriends spending the old man's cash. You'll have everything your little heart desires."

  "But they're gone... They'll all gone!" she wailed as she stopped fighting him and fell into his arms the dam breaking and the tears flowing as sobs rocked through her body. "And I'm alone."

  Aw, damn it! Pulling her close Logan stroked her hair and the smell of her peach scented shampoo drifting up to greet him. He was so wrapped up in his own need for revenge and punishment that the fact that she'd lost both her parents in the matter of a couple years and had no immediate family had slipped his mind. He knew her Uncle Clayton well enough to know Clayton wouldn't be around much for his niece. He really hadn't considered how alone she may have been feeling through all this or caring to consider it for that matter.

  "I'm alone Logan," she murmured as she clung to him, her tears quickly saturating the front of his black t-shirt.

  Damn, damn, damn. Comforting people was not Logan's area of expertise and was extremely uncomfortable for him. His adoptive mother, while she had been a good woman that he knew had loved him as much as she would have her own flesh and blood, was never an emotional woman or physically affectionate. He took on those traits. After her death, people displaying deep emotions had become nearly unbearable to him.

  "You know Angel-"

  "Oh-my-God!" Angelica pulled away from him quickly, giving him a shove that was so unexpected and contained enough strength that he stumbled backwards. Seconds later her body was overtaken by a series of convulsions as she became sick in front of him; unloading the contents of her stomach on the grass at his feet.

  "Oh fuck me," Logan groaned as he stepped up behind her, fisted her long blonde hair and gently pulled it out of her face as she continued to be sick, gasping and sobbing between convulsions. As much as he fought it, his anger and resentment for her was crumbling.

  "I'm so sorry," she managed to sob between bouts of sickness.

  "It's okay. Everything is going to be alright Angel. I'm here."

  ****

  Angelica awoke feeling worse than she'd felt for a long time. Her head was throbbing, her body ached and memories of what she'd done with Logan at the club and how he'd just left her once he was finished as if she was some whore he'd picked up came flashing back to her. She cringed. She'd drunk a lot. Too much. More than she'd drank since her prom night when she'd vomited in the car of her prom date, Bobby Hansen, and then passed out in the hotel room after prom.

  "How did I get home?" she murmured, as she ran a shaky hand through her mussed hair. Sitting up on her bed she noticed she had changed into an oversized plain white t-shirt, no undergarments, just the t-shirt. She frowned. "How did I get changed?"

  "About time you woke up."

  Angelica's head snapped up at the sound of Logan's voice and she groaned as the sudden motion sent a sharp pain racing across her forehead. She watched him silently as he entered into her bedroom with the same self-satisfied smirk on his lips that he had before leaving her at the club the night before.

  Bastard.

  "What do you want Logan?" Her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously.

  "Well, aren't we in a foul mood." He gave the bottle of aspirin in his hand a shake and then nodded towards the glass of water in his hand.

  Her suspicion rose. Did something happen after he left the club? When she got home? Her head was hurting so bad simply trying to remember the events preceding his departure and her decision to get herself nice and wasted. No, it couldn't have. He was messing with her - setting her up for some additional embarrassment. Either that or just wanted to take pleasure in her discomfort. Sadist asshole.

  Squaring her shoulders, she held his gaze. Her body warmed at the sight of him and the intensity in his green eyes. Her body's reaction to him only fuelled the resentment within. "I'm just fine," she snapped back.

  "Don't look just fine to me." Opening up the bottle he shook a couple aspirin into his palm and passed them to her. With hesitation she accepted the pills and popped them into her mouth, chasing them with the water he also passed her.

  "What do you want Logan?" she repeated.

  Crossing his arms over his chest he shrugged and then grinned down at her. "Just thought you could use a hand. You certainly needed one last night."

  Anger flared up within her. "You're here to gloat? That it?"

  "I'm here to help."

  "Like you helped last night by fucking me and then taking off, like I was some cheap bar fuck!"

  Logan's smile faded and his features seemed to darken and his voice rose several octaves. "Better me than that fuckwad you were dancing with. At least you knew my name."

  "You’re such an asshole!" Grabbing a pillow beside her, she gathered all the strength she could muster and chucked it at him. It hit his chest and then bounced back onto the bed at her feet. "Get out!" she bellowed, the sound of her voice ringing through her head. "Get out!"

  He hesitated and then let out a loud huff. "Fine. But just so you know, you car is still on the front lawn. You left it there after running down a number of the garden gnomes and God only knows what else on your way back here last night."

  Garden gnomes? Angelica watched Logan storm out of the room and slam the door behind him. Crawling out of bed she padded barefoot across her bedroom and peered out her widow that overlooked the front drive and groaned. Sure enough, her car had been driven up over the curb and onto the lawn, currently sitting in a bed of her mother's prized rose bushes with the driver's side tire crushing the head of a ceramic gnome.

  Angelica quickly showered and pulled her wet hair into a ponytail. She then slipped into a pair of jogging pants, camisole and sneakers, not bothering with undergarments. She rushed downstairs, grabbing her car
keys from the key holder next to the front door on the way. "Ah hell no." Frowning, Angelica looked down at where she'd been sick the previous night next to the car in disgust and parts of the night began to rush back to her.

  Flashes of her getting angry at the club and deciding to drown her sorrows in way too much rum came to mind. Followed by the extremely unwise drunkin' decision to drive home to confront Logan. Her stumbling from the car and vomiting. His cleaning her up once she finished being sick and holding her as she sobbed next to the car. He'd carried her upstairs and helped her out of her clothing and into unsoiled ones. She'd begged him to stay with her and he did, holding her tight until she drifted off to sleep feeling more secure than she had since her father's death. While the memories came back in bits and pieces, it was enough for her to regret the way she'd reacted to him that morning.

  There was more or Logan Sinclair than he let on, she was convinced of it. She needed to know more.

  ****

  "What are you doing?" The sound of Angelica's soft voice coming from the doorway of the bedroom caused Logan to hesitate briefly before continuing to empty the contents of the dresser into his suitcase.

  "Going back to New York."

  "Why?"

  Logan huffed at her question. "This isn't going to work." Logan pretended to ignore her as she came into the room and perched herself crossed legged onto the center of the king sized bed.

  "Why do you hate me so much?"

  Logan stopped packing and looked up his green eyes meeting her sad blue ones. "I don't."

  "Could have fooled me. Then why are you leaving."

  Breaking eye contact he continued with his packing. "I have business to attend to. Don't worry about the inheritance. I'll make sure you're provided for."

  "I'm sorry."