Breaking Tyler

Chapter 85: Breaking Tyler

Logan's POV

Tyler's face was red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. But me? I was enjoying every second of it. Watching him unravel. Watching him finally feel even a fraction of what I felt.

He wanted to play with me? Lie about me? Humiliate me in front of Naomi?

Fine. But I was going to make sure he regretted every fucking second of it.

Tyler's voice was tight when he spoke. "Logan, don't you dare lay a hand on Naomi."

A slow smirk spread across my lips. "Watch me."

I took a step closer, watching the way his body tensed. "And don't get it twisted," I murmured. "I don't force myself on women. I don't need to. Naomi's going to come crawling to me on her own. She'll beg me to fuck the life out of her."

Tyler flinched, and I knew my words hit deep. But I wasn't done.