Chapter 97

Layla’s POV

Logan never forced himself on me; he never had sex with me without my consent. This was not sex, this was rape.

“Logan, stop! I do not want this!” I screamed. I tried to push him away. But he did not stop. He abducts my two hands and locks them in his one hand at the top of my head.

And with his one hand, he started to roam my body. Every part, every inch. He slides his hand down my stomach and reaches the hem of my white pants. I tried to pull my legs together, but his wide body separated them further as he fully laid on top of me, letting go of my hands so he could take off my shirt.

Then I started to fight him again. Logan never forced me to have sex with him. I knew he had attempted that when he had newly kidnapped me, but he always stopped when I asked him to. But right now, he was so furious and driven by pure hate and anger I knew he was not going to stop if I begged him to. But I did not stop fighting. I tried to kick him,