Page 12 of Dark Surrender

His lips twitched.

“So impatient.”

His large hand tightened around her thigh and tugged her legs wider before blowing on her pussy.

“Fuckkkk,” she cried, throwing her head back. “Take all the time you like.”

Over my dead throbbing body.

Logan let out a short laugh. Then he got up and walked away.

Naked. Simply strolled across the room.

What the hell was he doing?

Emma continued lying there, spread-eagled on the penthouse coffee table, while Logan walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

Jesus, is he going to make himself a snack?

Emma forced her lips not to move while fighting the urge to just self-service. He’d barely touched her. One incredibly arousing kiss in the elevator, and he’d pinched her nipple.

That. Was. It.

Anger began to fill her, when finally, Logan returned with a glass. Filled with ice cubes.

Oh.

Ohhhh.

Crap. Logan enjoyed torture.

“No crawling, no spanking, and you don’t have to call me ‘daddy,’ but I am going to take my sweet time with you, Emma Edwards.” Logan dragged the table closer to the sofa so he had complete access to her.

It was then Emma knew she’d be lucky if she could stand tomorrow.

CHAPTER FOUR