The Inheritance: Anything He Craves (4 page)

"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.

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."