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I turned to face him before grinning, bending on all fours and running my tongue through the sticky mess.
‘Fucking hell,’ Logan groaned before pulling me to his mouth and kissing me with his cum all over my tongue.
‘You dirty wee slut. Keep that up and I’m going to have to fuck you all over again.’
I bit my lip before sweeping my fingers through the cum and licking it from my fingers.
I laughed when he groaned and pulled me to the floor again.
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
LOGAN
Waking up tangled with Valentina was like a balm to my soul.
Her hair smelled like coconut and sex and I was halfway to hard before I’d even opened my eyes.
Going to her house had been the best, stupid decision I’d made. Every night since getting back from Rosehall had felt like torture. My body craved her next to me and refused to cooperate properly when she wasn’t. I’d barely slept, my workouts had been half-arsed, and I hadn’t been eating properly. My whole being was consumed with thoughts of Valentina.
I was in too deep.
Pulling my arm out from under her, I smiled as she rolled over and pressed her round ass against me. Her breaths were still settled into a regular pattern as she slept on.
I found my trousers and pulled them on, running a hand through my hair. My bladder was about bursting, I’d use the toilet and then bring my sweet girl a coffee in bed.
After washing my hands and face, I walked out to the kitchen area, my torso still bare.
‘Oh, my god!’ A shrill voice met me as I rounded the corner and I saw a pretty blonde woman holding a spatula up in the air like it was a weapon. It had to be her roommate, Lara.
‘Uh, shit. Hi. Sorry, I didn’t realise anyone else was home.’ I held my hands up in mock surrender as she narrowed her eyes at me before lowering the spatula.
‘You must be the dirty old guy with the massive cock and the fiancée.’ She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.
‘I’m not really sure what to say to that.’
‘Good. You’re fucking with my bestie and I’ll rip your balls off when you hurt her.’
‘Don’t you mean if?’
‘No. When. She cried her eyes out when your wedding was moved up. She thought you were mad at her, or disappointed with her, or some shit. Valentina is a ray of fucking sunshine and I’m pissed that you are fucking with her.’
‘Whoa. She came after me.’
‘She did, because she’s twenty-two and has dick on the brain. You’re practically forty and should know better.’
I walked over to the kettle and flicked it on, my head thumping. ‘I know. I can’t help it. She’s wormed her way in and I can’t stay away. I keep trying.’
‘Maybe you should try getting yourself unengaged then,’ Lara said, pushing me out of the way as she loaded the coffee machine instead.
‘I can’t.’
‘You can. You’re just too weak to do it. You can’t have it both ways, and the longer you string her along, the more you’re going to devastate her. I don’t know what you think’s happening, whether it’s just a fling to you, but it’s not just sex for her, no matter what she says. She likes you a lot.’
Guilt ate at me as she finished making two coffees and thrust them into my hand. ‘I don’t want to hurt her.’
‘Lots of people have done horrible things without meaning to, but your intentions don’t override the pain your actions cause. Be a better human.’
Walking back into Valentina’s room left me warring with emotion. Placing the coffees down on the bedside table, I sat down beside her and watched as she slept peacefully. Her hair was silky soft between my fingers as I tucked a strand behind her ear. Lara was right. She deserved better than what I was giving her. I wanted to do better for her. But how? I’d made my bed with one of the biggest crime families in western Europe, and pissing them off would leave me destitute or dead.
