Ch. 04: Challenge Accepted (cb)

Curiosity Broke Kat - Chapter 4: Challenge Accepted

I wake the next morning still shackled to the bed in Logan's spare room. The curtains are thrown open, making me hiss like a gremlin as I squeeze my eyes shut. When I finally manage to peel one open, it's just in time to see a maid giggle as she leaves the room.

"Hey, come back, I need to pee!" I call out groggily, trying to sit up. I rub my eyes with my free hand, noting how swollen they are from my free-for-all breakdown the night before. Twisting to one side, I try to inspect my bum, the stinging ache across both cheeks alerting me to some potential damage in that region.

"How do you feel?" a deep, sultry voice asks from the open door of the room. I whip my head around, slightly embarrassed I was caught trying to inspect myself. Logan stands there, leaning against the door, a hand against his stubbled mouth to cover his yawn. A well-defined stomach pulls taut as he stretches his arms up, making him seem even bigger than he did before.

"Fine," I lie, gaze travelling south to the light-grey joggers he's wearing...and the slight bulge just beneath. I avert my eyes, a blush creeping up my cheeks. "I need to pee," I repeat, clearing my throat.

Logan lets out a deep chuckle, then pads bare-footed across the room to sit down on the bed beside me. Reaching into his trouser pocket, he removes a small key and proceeds to unlock my shackle, taking my wrist to inspect for any damage. That easy smile falls into a frown the moment he notices both wrists and ankles are bruised from the day before. I pull my hands free from his and stand, heading for the ensuite bathroom door.

Inside, I quickly turn to lock myself in, only to realise the lock has been removed entirely, leaving a hole in the door where it should have been. "Seriously?" I mumble.

Again, Logan chuckles just outside. "Sorry, little thief. You can't be trusted yet."

"Trusted with what?" I ask, incredulous. "You worried I'm going to make off with your sink out the bathroom window?" The window...I turn, hope fluttering like a caged bird in my chest as I tie-toe over to the long, double-pane glass and try the lock. It doesn't budge. Upon closer inspection, I see it's locked, the upstairs windows less dated and more secure than those downstairs. "Fuck."

"Something wrong?" he asks, and I can actually hear the smirk behind his tone.

I glance around the marble tiled bathroom, the double sinks and stand-alone tub, then to the long walk-in shower. Ignoring Logan, I go to the toilet, finally relieving myself, then head for the shower, grabbing a towel from a light oak shelf and hanging it over the glass in case the creep decides to take a peek. Stepping under the warm water, I hiss when it hits my raw backside, then turn once again and try to inspect the damage. Long, black and blue welts mar my once white skin, the area slightly raised and broken in places. I rub a hand gently over the marks, wincing.

"Those will take at least a few days to heal, possibly a week or so," Logan says, his voice so close it makes me jump.

I look up to see him standing in the now open door of the bathroom, his eyes dark and slightly hooded, his breathing uneven. "You hurt me yesterday," I say. Turning I keep my back to him as I take some shower gel and spread it in my hands, then proceed to rub it over my shoulders, tits and then down to my ass. My fingers twitch then pull away the moment skin meets bruised skin, and I mutter a curse.

Logans sighs. "It won't be the last time, Katherine." I glance over my shoulder to where he's moved over to the sink, his new position giving him a full view of my body. "You're hard-headed, stubborn, impossible--"

"Well jeez, Logan. Easy with the compliments," I mutter.

He smiles. Pushing down his trousers, he steps out of them, then leans back against the sink once again, gloriously naked. "And you're sassy as fuck," he says, finishing his sentence.

I won't lie. His cock is gorgeous. Uncut, already semi-hard, it dangles between his legs. Resisting the urge to lick my lips, I harumph, then squirt more gel in my hand and decide a little revenge is in order. Rubbing the liquid in my hands, I wait until it's nice and sudsy, then drop my hand between my legs, allowing my fingers to spread my pussy lips as he watches.

Logan's hands grip the marble counter, his breaths falling heavy. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, little Kat."

"You can try," I counter. Two fingers dip inside my already slick cunt, a darker part of me hoping Logan snaps, hoping he storms over here and takes me on the porcelain shower floor. I was left hot, broken and bothered last night, unable to satiate my needs. He lit the fire when he dominated me in front of his men, now he can damn well tend to the flames.

Logan pushes off the sink and stalks across the bathroom towards me. I only have about 2.5 seconds to whisper, "Oh fuck," before his hand is wrapped around my throat, my back pushed against the shower wall as his mouth crushes against mine.

"Challenge accepted," he growls in my ear, then spins me so my breasts are pushed against the wall, the metal bars in my nipples scraping lightly against the tile as his hands explore the curves of my body. "Fuck you're so beautiful." His rough palms brush down my back, then softly over my ass, making me buck under his grip. He chuckles. "You're especially beautiful with my marks on your body."

"You like beating women?" I hiss, tension coiling like a snake in my body. "You like making them cry?"

Logan's hand grips the back of my neck, forcing my face towards his. "Only women who need it as much as I do, women like you, Kat." As his chest crushes against my back, keeping me pinned, his other hand goes between my legs, rubbing along my slit. "Your pussy betrays you, it tells me exactly how you like it."

I moan as two of his fingers slip inside, his thumb pressing against my asshole as he slowly pumps them in and out. "Don't," I whisper, but I have no idea why. Do I want him to stop? Or do I want him to spread me wider, to fill me more? My legs part ever so slightly, giving both of us our answer.

"Good girl," he groans, slipping a third finger inside. "I'm going to fuck and punish the brat inside you, Katherine." His thumb slips inside my puckered ass and I arch my back, wanting it deeper, wanting more. "I'm going to show you everything you didn't know you needed." His fingers fuck both holes in a steady rhythm, his knuckles brushing my clit every so often, teasing me. "I'm going to make you mine."

An orgasm begins to climb and I push back against his fingers, relishing the taste, desperate for the release. I nearly cry when his hands leave my pussy, only to gasp as the head of his cock rubs against my entrance. "Logan," I whisper, my face pressed against the cool tile, water spraying the space between our bodies.

"That's it, baby girl. Say my name." He thrusts inside with one powerful stroke, lifting me onto my tiptoes. My previously denied orgasm rockets to the surface, close to brimming. One of his large hands wraps around my throat, the other returning to tease my clit as he fucks my pussy from behind.

"Fuck, Logan," I cry, my palms pressed against the wall. He growls in my ear, his own climax cresting as his rhythm increases, his thrusts almost feral. "Fuck me," I beg, wanting more. "Please let me cum."

His fingers rub furiously against my clit as his balls slap against me, his cock buried to the hilt. My toes curl and my nails scrape against the tile as my orgasm explodes, rocking through me and tightening my pussy on his cock with every wave. He grunts, the added pressure too much, and with one final thrust, he spurts deep inside me.

I sag against the wall, his arms holding me up, his cock still buried in my pussy as we stand under the water for a minute or so, just like that, catching our breath. When I'm certain my legs won't buckle, I try to move away, but his arms cord around my waist, keeping my captive.

"Just a minute more," he whispers, his voice almost vulnerable. "Just stay a minute more...please."

I remain silent, caught off guard by his plea. To say this man baffles me, would be an understatement of epic proportions. He's an enigma. "Logan," I say softly, my hand resting on his arms wrapped tightly around my stomach. "What's wrong?"

He pulls out of me, the sudden emptiness making me feel cold in spite of the warm water cascading over us. Taking my shoulders, he gently turns me so we're facing one another. "You don't understand the sort of danger you're in, Kat," he says. His head drops, the water falling over his long lashes as he looks down at me. "I have to break you, I have to tame you...because if I don't, I'll have to kill you."

I suck in a breath. He'd already warned me of this yesterday...but hearing it again, now, after we'd cum together, after making love...it somehow hits a little different. "You would truly do that to me?"

He shakes his head. "If not me, then someone in my organisation." Leaning back, he raises his face to the water, his large chest pushed out towards me.

I can see the scars now, the pot holes left from bullet wounds, the soft white lines marring slightly tanned skin. My fingers trace along a rather nasty, jagged line along his hip. "I could sign a non-disclosure agreement or something." I say, more wondering to myself than posing a question.

He coughs in a laugh, the water running into his mouth and nose and making him splutter. "You can't be serious?"

I raise an eyebrow and slap a hand against his chest. "It was just a suggestion." Rolling my eyes, I go for the soap. He snatches it from me and rubs the bar in his hands then twirls one finger with a grin, ordering me to turn around.

With the bar cupped in his palm, he rubs it over my neck and across my shoulders. "We aren't the only crime organisation in the south. There is one to the west that constantly presents a problem, and the Irish mob isn't much better," he says, moving the soap down my back then wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into his chest so he can wash my front. "It won't be long until they discover I've claimed a woman, vouched for her and brought her under my protection."

I moan softly as his fingers flick over my nipples, catching the metal bars. "So?" I ask, barely able to concentrate. "What does that have to do with...unaliving me?"

He chuckles at my expression, and continues his exploratory cleaning of my body. "You've become a weakness, kitten. One our rivals will hope to use to bring us down." His palm cups my pussy, chest rumbling at the feel of his cum still leaking out. "If you rebel, run away or fail to follow my commands, you would be putting my men and my whole organisation at risk."

So, that means...he took a risk? Claiming me instead of killing me...he made his choice knowing I might put everything he worked for in danger. "Why?" I ask. Why the fuck would he do that? He doesn't know me. He doesn't owe me anything. He's a criminal. He's the leader of a gang. He's supposed to be ruthless...so why claim me? A thief? A nobody?

"I wanted you," he admits, the reason so simple it rocks me. "When I saw you in the red room, it was like watching the birth of your newfound dirty fantasies. I wanted to be a part of that journey."

My face scrunches up in distaste. "You wanted me for sex? That's it?"

He laughs, pulling me back under the water to wash away the suds. "I want you. Everything about you. Your fight, your fire, your fuckery. I want all of it, little Kat."

A blush ignites across my face and I turn my head to try and hide it. No man had ever claimed as much...but then no man had ever spanked me in front of his colleagues or threatened to kill me if I ran away, either. "It's not fair," I mutter.

He cups my chin, tipping my face up towards his. "You don't want me?" he asks, his earlier cockiness stunted slightly with the question.

I shake my head. "I mean, you don't fight fair," I explain. "But flattery will only get you so far, Logan. I didn't choose this life...and cats don't do well in cages."

Using the soap to clean his own body, he watches as I take the towel to dry myself. "There are wolves around, kitten, so the cage is for your own protection."

I growl at his choice of endearment. "Please don't call me that," I mutter. Wrapping the towel around my chest, I let my hips sway, giving Logan a good view as I head for the bathroom door.

A gasp rips from my chest the moment I step into the bedroom when a strong hand grips my wrist and spins me around, a muscled arm held against my neck.

Logan bursts through the bathroom door, still wet and naked, only to see a man holding me against his chest, my feet dangling off the floor as his arm tightens on my neck. "Let her go, Michael," he snaps, taking another step towards me.

The man tightens his grip, making me gasp. "This the little cunt you claimed, Bro?"

Bro? Brother? I choke out a gasp and dig my nails into the skin of Michael's forearm, eyes pleading with Logan to do something before this fucker strangles me.

"Let. Her. Go," Logan growls. "That's a fucking order." The pressure releases from my throat and my feet hit the ground, legs buckling. Logan springs forward, catching me in his arms and hauling me up before pushing me behind him.

"The fuck!?" I gasp, holding onto Logan's naked back as the two men continue their silent stand-off. I finally see the man who'd held me, Michael. Tall and skinny with a bright white complexion, the only similarity between the two men are their blue eyes and the colour of their dark-blonde hair.

"That should be my line," Michael says, his tone cold and sharp to match his glare. "You should be dead."

I curse my wobbly knees but manage to keep my gaze fixed on his, unwavering, refusing to show this man my fear. "Well...well, you should be deader," I retort without thinking. I sigh internally, making a mental note to learn better insults. "You cock-womble," I add automatically. I should probably consider sewing my mouth shut.

Michael stares at me, his eyes no longer sharp but more rounded, as if surprised. "You can't be serious, Logan?" he asks, rudely pointing my way. "She won't last five minutes."

"Enough, Michael," Logan says wearily, his shoulders dropping. "She's been claimed, the other members were there to witness, it's official." When Michael's eyes go from Logan to me in pure bewilderment, I resist the urge to stick out my tongue.

Walking to the cupboard, Logan takes out a towel and wraps it around his waist before grabbing Michael's arm and leading him towards the bedroom door, both of them stepping outside. I take a seat on the bed, rubbing my aching throat from the assault, trying to listen as Michael continues his irritated rant to Logan.

Spotting me blatantly listening in, Michael casts me a glare and slams the bedroom door shut, the force of it shaking the frame. I roll my eyes at the dramatics, listening as their voices carry down the corridor until they're out of earshot. Flumping back on the bed, my mind reels over the events of the past two days. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? It takes a moment, but something clicks. I spring up in the bed and stare at the door. I could be wrong...but I'm fairly sure they forgot to lock it. Scanning the room, I spot my clothes neatly folded in the corner on top of the vanity, my boots sitting neatly underneath. I glance at the unlocked door.

Do I make a run for it?

To be continued...

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