Filthy Secret

Hadley

PRESENT

“Do you have to leave?” I asked Logan, resting my head on my arms. I was lying on my stomach on our bed. Naked and spent. He finished buttoning up his shirt, came toward me and knelt at my head. “We’ll continue this later.” He petted his hand over my head, before fisting my hair. Tugging my head back, he smirked.

I gasped at the rough hold he had on me.

“On second thought. You’re going to clean me up.” He unbuttoned his pants, lowered the zipper and pulled out his cock.

My body heated.

He ran the tip of him over my face and across my lips.

I peeked my tongue out, itching to get a taste of him.

“Open,” he demanded. “Wide.”

As soon as I parted my lips, he thrust his cock into my mouth in a rough move. My eyes welled. The tip of him bumped the back of my throat, forcing a groan to escape from somewhere deep in his chest. My lips burned at being spread open wide, but my body still heated just the same. I couldn’t get used to how he controlled me. Maybe I never would. It had been something I had needed for so long; I couldn’t remember the last time I ever did the controlling. If ever at all.

Memories tried sliding into the forefront of my mind.

Painful memories.

Dark memories.

Memories that had no right resurfacing, but they did just the same.

“Turn over,” Logan growled, ripping his cock from my mouth.

Turning over onto my back, I let my head hang over the edge of the bed.

Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he slid his dick back between my lips. “Fuck, baby. So good.”

I whimpered, taking him even deeper down the back of my tongue.

His hold on my throat tightened, the air being taken from my lungs before I even had a chance to catch another breath.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, slapping my hip.

My knees fell to the sides, opening me to him.

His fingers reached between my legs, making me jump. But he never let me get used to them as he shoved three fingers into me roughly.

I whimpered, arching my hips up and up.

Logan thrust his hips back and forth, his cock stretching my lips wide. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. Spittle dripped from my mouth. But this was what I liked. When he lost control and took it out on me. Knowing it left him enraged, I embraced the moment he was completely lost.

Hooking my hands under my knees, I brought them to my chest, taking his fingers even deeper.

A moan left him. “What a fucking sight.” He towered over me, the movement pushing his cock even deeper into my mouth. But when his tongue connected with my clit, a muffled cry left me. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock.”

Opening my mouth even more, I breathed through my nose as he powered past my lips. I gagged around him, my eyes welling at the rough impact but even though that was the case, this was what I enjoyed most from him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Logan swiped his tongue along my slit, licking up the juices that left my body. No matter how much I had tried denying that I would rather him be gentle, my body always defied me.

“I’m going to be home late.” Logan kissed the top of my head. “So, don’t wait up for me.”

“How come?” I was hoping to have dinner with him.

“Because someone made me want more and wouldn’t let me leave when I had originally planned.” He crouched in front of me, his eyes moving back and forth over my face.

I swallowed hard at the mere intensity coming from him. I was lying on the bed, wrapped up in the evidence of our love and passion and wished he could have spent the rest of the day with me.

“You know I love you right?” he asked, petting a hand over my head before pinching my chin. “You know that I would do anything for you. Anything to make you happy and so you never have to want for anything ever again.”

“Of course, and I love you too.” Sure, we had our issues but what couple didn’t? He was a domineering asshole most days, but it definitely could have been worse. He also knew it was how I liked him anyway, so he never even once tried to change.

His hand moved to my throat, his fingers digging into my jaw. “I love you, Hadley, and I’m looking forward to making you my wife.” My breath caught in my throat.

“I’m also looking forward to making you the mother of my children.” Before I could respond and tell him that I wanted to wait a bit before having babies, his mouth came down hard on mine.

All thoughts left me as Logan once again, used me to his liking. He bent me to his will and not once did I complain.

Logan

PAST

“I can’t believe we’re engaged,” Hadley said, holding her hand out in front of her. The engagement ring sat on her ring finger, the diamond sparkling in the dim lighting of our hotel room.

“We sure are, baby.” I kissed the top of her head, holding her tight against me.

We had gone out for dinner, and I surprised her by bringing her to a hotel I had booked us for the weekend. It was romantic and everything that I was not but for her, I was willing to do anything to make her my wife and the mother of my children.

It was surreal. My father hadn’t been a good husband. Not to my mother or the many wives he had after her. While I strived to be the businessman that he wasn’t, I also wanted to be a better father and husband. But there was that part of me, that dark and dangerous part, that would always be like him. I had tried ignoring the fact that being a controlling asshole ran deep in my veins but after meeting Hadley, I slowly brought it to the surface. She was none the wiser and I vowed to give her everything but take from her what I wanted at the same time.

“Are you happy?” she asked me, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She sat forward, looking at me over her shoulder. “I don’t know. I know you love me, and I love you but sometimes, I feel like you don’t actually tell me everything.”

My heart jumped. I kept a part of myself hidden. She would meet that part eventually but for now, I had to get her to marry me first. And getting her pregnant shortly after. Maybe before. It depended on how things played out.

“I don’t know how else to tell you that I’ve given you all of me.” It wasn’t true but she didn’t need to know that. Yet.

Her eyes moved back and forth, searching my face for what I was sure was a sign. A sign that she wouldn’t find or figure out.

Hadley sighed, turning back around, and looking straight ahead.

“Babe.” I brushed the hair off her nape, placing a soft peck on her bare shoulder. “I love you. Just know that I love you so fucking much.” Obsessed was more like it. Ever since I first met her in that coffee shop so long ago, I couldn’t get her out of my system. As time went on, it only became worse.

“I love you too,” she whispered, slowly turning around. A sly grin spread on her face, making my dick jump. I knew that look. That look meant that things were about to become dirty. No. They were about to become fucking filthy. “But I need to tell you something. I don’t really want kids right away.”

She had said that before, but I didn’t believe her. Even if she was serious, it didn’t matter. She was going to have my baby. Whether she agreed to or not. Hadley was going to get pregnant shortly after marrying me, if not before.

HADLEY

PRESENT

Bringing the glass of wine to my lips, I inhaled the sweet but bitter scent of the Pinot Noir as the liquid hit my tongue. It had been almost eight hours since Logan came home and fucked me. It had been

happening more and more.

He would go to work, stress about something, come home and take it out on me. He left me an aching panting mess, only to come home and take it out on me once again.

I was sitting at the table, staring at the dinner I had prepared for him. He should have been home an hour ago.

I didn’t know where he was. A part of me didn’t care. What I did care about was that this food was going to waste.

Finishing off the glass of wine, I poured myself another when the front door finally opened. Logan came into the dining room, stopping suddenly when he saw me sitting at the table. “You cooked?”

“Yup.”

He came toward me, kissing the side of my head. “I’m sorry I’m late.” He wasn’t but I appreciated the sentiment.

“Food’s cold. You might want to heat it up.” I stood from the table and went to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to clean up. I ate alone. You can too.” It was immature of me, and I knew that he would fuck it out of me later, but I didn’t care. I had never been one to care. About anything. Not anymore. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t bring it in me to give a shit.

I loved him. With all of me.

Maybe that was the problem.

But again, it didn’t matter.

“Hadley.”

I stopped at the abrupt use of my name, but I didn’t turn around.

“Look at me.”

I inhaled a sharp breath, before meeting Logan’s gaze as he stalked toward me. “You didn’t call me or text to say that you were going to be late.” I lifted a hand, stopping him from interrupting me. “I already knew you were going to be late. But not this late.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, stopping a foot away from me. “I’m sorry for being inconsiderate.”

I frowned, staring up at him. “Since when?”

He tilted his head, that muscle in his beautiful jaw, ticking at each passing second. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” I turned toward him, giving him my full attention. “That when I’m upset by you coming home later than usual, you usually shrug it off and act like an asshole. Or you distract me.” I closed the distance between us, placing my hands against his chest. “Are you cheating-”

In a quick move, Logan had his hand around my throat and my back pressed up against the wall.

A little squeak left me at the rough impact.

“I dare you to finish that question,” he growled, his voice low and gruff.

“What will happen if I do?” I threw back at him.

A wicked grin spread on his face. “Ask me and see what happens.”

“You don’t scare me, Logan. Never have and never will.” Before he could say anything more, I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him against me.

Taking the hint, he slammed his mouth down on mine, our teeth knocking together. Our tongues danced, fighting for that control that neither of us ever had. Our breath mixed and he damn near suffocated me from that kiss.

A moan left the back of my throat, earning me a rough growl.

Logan cupped my jaw, pushing me harder up against the wall. He pressed his body into mine, making sure I couldn’t struggle or push him away. Not that I wanted to. I wanted to rip him apart. I wanted him to break me, mold me into what he wanted, give me pleasure and pain and just be with me.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I ripped it open. The buttons of his dress shirt flew, landing on the ground around us. That only seemed to make him kiss me harder and faster. Even though he had been in control every time we had sex, he liked it when I did everything I could to get him back inside of me. He knew I had no control when it came to him and that was how he preferred it.

Pushing his shirt over his shoulders, I ran my hands along his hard torso.

Much to my surprise, he pulled away from me, breaking the kiss and spinning me around until I was pressed face first against the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He kicked my feet apart. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Deep and rough.” He fisted my hair, pulling my head back until I had no choice but to look up into his eyes. “Violent,” he growled that last word.

“Yes.” I swallowed hard, panting at this dark side of him I didn’t see often but craved each time we were together. “Please. I need it. I need you.”

“You have me, Hadley.” He kissed my forehead. “You always have me. Even when we’re fighting. Even when you’re mad at me. You always have me. No one else.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“Good girl.” He ran his hand up my inner thigh, the tiny hairs on my body, tingling under his gentle touch. As rough as he could be, I found that I often preferred the gentle side of him. Because I knew that I had been the only one who got that side of Logan. He didn’t share it with anyone else because it made him feel vulnerable. It was how people could take advantage of you, he told me time and time again.

With a firm hand, he wrapped his long fingers around my throat, tilting my head back against his shoulder. “I love you, Hadley,” he whispered, his mouth pressed against my ear.

“I love you.” My chest rose and fell with ragged breath, my body vibrating with a need for him I hadn’t felt since the first time we had sex. But even still, this was almost different. More intense. More needed.

“Please, Logan.”

“Shhh…” He kissed my temple. “All in good time, baby.” His hand that was between my legs, cupped my center. “Mmm…nice and warm.” He began rubbing me over my panties, the friction not enough but almost too much at the same time.