Intoxicated by Gentleness 3

Skyler's breath caught for a moment.

She propped her forearm on the mattress behind her, lying back with a twisted body, looking at Logan's dark and handsome face, feeling inexplicably flustered.

It wasn't the kind of panic that came from doing something guilty.

It was the instinctive fear of prey towards a lurking predator.

"I... I'm not sure what you're talking about, Mr. Lee..."

"Skyler, I... I found out from Mr. Xiao today that it was you who saved me in the alley last night. I'm sorry, my mind was too confused at the time, so I couldn't remember it when I woke up. I waited until now... just to say thank you to you in person. If there's nothing else, I... I'll go to bed first..."

Her eyes couldn't even look in Logan's direction.

She felt that his gaze suddenly became intense and deep, making it impossible to meet his eyes.

That burning feeling was as if he was going to devour her on the spot.

It was terrifying, like a fierce beast...

Skyler propped herself up with her arm, trying to slip back to her own "bed."

But Logan's big hand, which was holding her ankle, didn't loosen at all.

Instead, the calloused hand easily hooked onto her thin, almost trembling shoulder.

With just a little force, he effortlessly pushed her onto the black bed.

She looked at the man pressing down on her.

Skyler's brain shut down instantly.

The tense and stiff emotions almost interrupted her thinking ability.

Her lips opened, but she didn't have time to speak. The cold and handsome face had already enlarged in front of her.

So close.

His pitch-black pupils stared at her without blinking.

At such a close distance, Skyler could clearly see the deep light flashing in Logan's eyes.

She seemed to see his disdain in the coldness at the bottom of his eyes.

She also seemed to see more, burning possessiveness.

But there was much more, complex emotions that she couldn't even distinguish.

"Lu... Master Lee..."

Skyler finally begged for mercy like a cat, whispering hoarsely.

"We... we're just a contractual couple... we're fake married for Uncle Wilson..."

She cried and reminded him, and even tears fell on her trembling eyelashes.

Even if Skyler was slow, she could still perceive the deep desire in the man's eyes.

She was a woman, and a woman who had just been loved fiercely not long ago.

Naturally, she knew that at this moment, Logan's eyes seemed to want to devour her, indicating something.

But...

"Who told you that a fake marriage can't have real sex?"

Skyler blinked in confusion.

Doubting that she heard it wrong.

She was so dirty, and he found her so repulsive.

How could he possibly want to touch her for real...

But before she could respond, her chin was caught by the man's slender fingers and lifted up.

"Skyler, have you never read the contract carefully? When you sold yourself to me, body and soul, you were already mine."

Logan calmly looked at the pale and frightened face in his palm.

After hearing his words, tears of confusion and helplessness welled up in Skyler's watery eyes.

Her face was even paler, as if it could break at any touch.

Logan noticed Skyler's trembling anxiety, but he had no intention of letting her go.

After all, she had such a face.

His eyes dimmed as he looked at her trembling, rosy lips and kissed her...

The icy cold scent of pine mixed with a faint tobacco smell filled Skyler's mouth, along with a refreshing and pleasant masculine scent of hormones. She didn't even have time to breathe before feeling Logan's hand around her waist tighten, and the pressure of his kiss on her lips grew stronger and more forceful.

Skyler didn't know what was wrong with Logan. His kiss was rough and aggressive, leaving no room for refusal, as if he wanted to crush her with it. This sudden and overwhelming kiss left Skyler's pale face almost devoid of color. Her body trembled slightly, and she was on the verge of suffocation.

"No... no, stop..." She struggled to make him stop, but everything happened too quickly. Logan's attitude seemed unusually firm, or perhaps it was his dominant and overbearing nature that made it difficult for her to resist. His big hand squeezed her waist, while the other hand pinched her chin, lifting her pale and uneasy face up.

Suddenly, she met the man's scorching gaze, and Skyler instinctively turned her face away, unable to look at him. But Logan stubbornly held onto her chin, leaving her nowhere to escape. He didn't speak, only stared at her with deep and unfathomable eyes.

Skyler tried to say something, but her throat rolled, and she couldn't make a sound.

Skyler felt Logan's intense gaze on her, as if he wanted to bore a hole in her face. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination. In that moment, she sensed that there was more to Logan's gaze than just passion and aggression. There was a fleeting hint of deep emotion, but it came and went too quickly for her to grasp.

"Listen, Skyler. From now on, you belong to me, every inch of you," Logan's low, cold voice declared, asserting his dominance as the buyer.

The next second, Skyler's pupils contracted. When Logan finally embraced her, his movements seemed to pause for a moment, almost imperceptibly. But soon, he was lost in the sweet, intoxicating pleasure she gave him.

The night was long and eventful.

The next day, Skyler overslept. She wasn't used to sleeping in, even when she had taken sick leave from work. But when she woke up, the sunlight outside was already blindingly bright.

She lay in her black sheets, her white body bearing the marks of their wild night.

At that moment, Skyler felt too exhausted to even move a finger. How could Logan be so twisted?

Although she already knew that Logan was incredibly fit, having seen his male model-like physique in the bathroom that night, she never expected him to be so excessive in his kindness.

Thinking back to last night, Skyler felt nothing but indignation, and her face flushed with heat.

She couldn't even remember how they had ended things, only that she had been pushed to the brink of collapse.

"Knock knock-"

At that moment, the sound of Aunt Grace, the maid, knocking on the door could be heard from outside.