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The touch of his fingertips on me quickens my heartbeat. I’m sure he can feel it. My heart pounds so hard it might echo down the street.

I silently hope he’ll make a move, touch me somewhere else, maybe massage the throbbing spot between my thighs, but he does nothing other than tend to my injuries.

He clears his throat. “I’m done. The scratches aren’t deep, but you may feel sore for a few days. You should get some rest.” With that, he rises and exits the room, leaving me breathless and longing for more.

Chapter Eight

SLOANE

The rush of adrenaline keeps me wide awake, leaving no chance of sleep. So, I decide to divert my attention elsewhere—if not with real-life intimacy, then with the fictional kind. Settling into bed, I slip on my headphones and cue up my audiobook.

I delved into this story yesterday and found myself captivated, already halfway through, and unable to tear myself away. The electric chemistry between the protagonists crackles through the pages, and I think they’re finally going to fuck.

Forget slow-burn romances, I’m practically feverish with anticipation, and I’m horny as hell after all this non-sexual contact with Logan.

I press play and close my eyes.

Nothing happens.

I reopen my eyes, perplexed. The app appears to befunctioning, the timer ticking away, yet there’s no sound. I fiddle with the volume controls, cranking it up in hopes of a response.

Still, silence.

It worked perfectly fine before, and now, just as it got to the juicy part, it fails me? I push the volume to its maximum, wondering if my headphones have given up on me.

Then, the room is filled with sighs and moans.

“Ahhh, yes. Now Aiden, I want you inside me. I need to come. Please. Fuck me, Aiden.”

“Have you been a good girl, Piper? Do you deserve my cock?” He wraps his hand around my hair and tilts my head back.

I sit up and my mouth falls open. The voices aren’t coming from my room! Heart racing, I dash to the door and fling it open, only to be met with the unmistakable sounds emanating from the living room.

Fuck.

I rush outside, and there it is—the wireless speaker perched on the table, broadcasting the steamy scene from my book at full volume. I lunge for it, frantically pressing every button, desperate to silence it, but the moans and groans persist, refusing to relent as Aiden fucks the lucky Piper.

Why won’t it stop?

My heart nearly does when I notice a pair of legs before me.

I lift my gaze, locking eyes with Logan seated on the sofa, his expression unreadable. He didn’t retreat to his room like I did. He’s been here the whole time.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! By the gods of all mighty fucks, won’tyou show me some mercy? Why do I deserve this? And why won’t this damn speaker shut up already?

“Sorry,” I mumble, ready to hurl it against the wall to silence the relentless moans.

Logan rises from the sofa and strides over to me, his expression as frozen as ever. With a single press of a button, he brings sudden silence to the room.

A silence that’s deafening.

I swallow hard. He’s so close now, near enough that I can see the clarity in his eyes. For a fleeting moment, I think I detect a hint of amusement flicker within them. But it couldn’t be. The Dark Lord feels no amusement.Maybe it’s just gas.

Yes, most likely.

Neither of us moves, and my gaze falls to his full lips.

My mind screams for him to kiss me. If he makes the move, to hell with it, I’m going for it.