Chapter 82

Layla’s POV

I tried to leave, but he grabbed me and slammed me back against the wall, causing a great deal of pain in my ribcage.

“I am not done talking,” he said before roughly grabbing me again and tossing me aside.

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Logan’s POV

As I yanked her into me, pressed her back into the wall, and watched how wide her eyes went in surprise, I began to wonder so many things. I wondered what she wore underneath that slim dress that seemed to be a big barrier between my body and hers. Images of scanty black lace wreaked havoc with my mind, but even the thought of her in flannel pants and a cropped T-shirt did things to him no other woman had ever accomplished.

She turned me on without even trying. The way her lips parted sensually as her eyes watched me, the way she tried to control her ragged breath, the way her back was arched so her chest was pressed up, half of her cupped breasts in full display. And I smiled at how