Billionaire's Captive Complete Trilogy - Stasia Black Page 0,131

space. But that’s not what this is. He’s pissed. He thinks I betrayed him. Again. And he won’t fucking listen.

I peel off my shirt. When he sees the bra I’m wearing—the same one from the pictures—his eyes go as dark as the clouds in the blackest storm.

“Did you enjoy being his whore?”

I fly at him but he catches my wrist before I can slap him. “I hate you,” I hiss in his face. “Nobody hurts me the way you do.”

“And you fucking love it,” he growls, face still furious as he drags me towards him, slapping my ass hard as soon as he can get his hands on me.

I’m instantly wet. He’s right. I’m addicted to him.

He grabs my face and kisses me hard. It’s a dominating, devouring kiss. Staking his claim as he slides a huge hand into my panties and pinches my clit within an inch of its life.

I squeal and twist beneath him, but when he releases his hold, the flood of pleasure that hits me like a wave has me buckling under him so that it’s only him who’s holding me up.

Not for long, though, because soon he’s dragging me to the ground, bunching his sweater underneath my head, and shoving my jeans all the way off.

“Please,” I can’t help begging. “I need you inside me.” Maybe if we can connect in this way, then we can start—

“I thought you hated me,” he sneers.

I twist underneath him to face him even as I kick off my pants the rest of the way. I search his eyes, so tumultuous with emotion, and I grab the sides of his face, the ruined and the whole, with my hands.

“Logan, we could have everything, if you would just trust me. Listen to me about what happened. And trust me when I say I didn’t betray you. That I would never betray you. Trust me.”

But it’s like my plea is a bucket of ice water on his head. He wrenches away from me. “I can’t. You’re a liar. You’re all liars.”

I scramble up to a sitting position. All? “Who?”

He looks briefly my way before shaking his head. “Women.”

What the hell? But then he’s grabbing his shirt off the ground and shrugging it on over his head. “I should never have come here. This was a mistake.”

My heart sinks with every step he takes away. He doesn’t even look back once as he leaves, the door closing behind him with a resounding thud.

Thirty-One

Present Day

Logan

It was my mom all over again. I slam out of the building and people back away in fear. Fine with me. They don’t want me? I don’t want them either. I hop in my truck and burn rubber as I pull out of the parking lot.

Trust me. Trust me, she said. When the evidence she was lying was sitting right fucking there.

Obviously Mom was going to kill herself that night, no matter what the fuck I said, or what she promised.

And the pictures of Daphne and Archer in the papers—it was the truth in black and white. Words don’t mean shit.

There’s the truth. And the truth is that no one ever picks me. My mom picked being dead over being with me, so big fucking shock that Daph picked Archer with his money and his fucking perfect face and—

I let out a roar in the cab of the truck as I drive back to the castle. I want to destroy something. I want to rip the whole fucking world apart.

I close my eyes as rage burns in my brain, making me feel like I’m going to self-combust.

Daphne

I sit on the wood floor of my empty townhouse. My nipples ache. I took out the piercings...because why bother? I’m not Logan’s anymore.

I’m not anyone’s.

Sacrifice was supposed to bring reward. Why couldn’t he trust me? I… I love him. Why isn’t that enough? I love him so much, it’s ripping my heart out.

Maybe it was better back when I was asleep. Back when I didn’t know what it felt like to live life in color. When the world was black-and-white and I woke up and went through the motions each day and then went to sleep again and year passed upon year until I eventually moldered away and went back to the earth to become fertilizer for my beloved roses. Circle of fucking life, right? Why did I think I got to be special, but no, I’ve got to be one of the rare few with an epic love of a