Page 16 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

"He spread my legs and put them over his shoulders and proceeded to rape me vaginally until he ejaculated inside of me."

Logan smirked but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he said under his breath. "I won't make you do that." He turned to the class and Peyton let out a sigh of relief. "Does anyone think her statement is sound?"

The class was silent for a long moment. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Come on, assholes," he said. "Fucking say something."

"No." The word was out of Peyton's mouth before she could stop it. He spun around and locked eyes with her. "Her statement isn't sound."

"Besides the fact that you don't like her, what the fuck makes you say that?" Logan asked.

"There's no way a typical woman can spread her legs and put them on a man's shoulders," Peyton pointed out. "She can spread her legs and wrap them around his waist or she can straighten them and put them over his shoulders. She can't do both."

"Interesting fucking assessment, sweetheart," Logan said. "Clearly you've never seen a porno before because those women do fucking anything." His eyes swept over to the class. "Flattop, tell me the heights, weights, and ages of the alleged rapists."

The young student, Gary, looked down at his notes. "Cornell was seventeen at the time, six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds. Luke was also seventeen, six foot one, two hundred and five pounds."

"You seem like a smart fucking kid," Logan said, his eyes steel as he regarded Gary with an unflinching stare. "What would you put me as?"

"Approximately?" Gary asked. He tilted his head, taking in Logan with blue eyes. Peyton continued to sit on the edge of the desk, feeling awkward, remaining silent. "Age forty-two, six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds. You seem to have more muscle on you than Cornell does, sir."

"Sir," he said with a grin, his eyes twinkling in merriment as he gave Peyton a look. "I like that."

She had to refrain from rolling her eyes.

"So let's just say I was one of the guys," Logan continued. "Let's say I'm fucking Cornell. And her legs are on my shoulders and spread, do you see any potential issues here?"

Nobody answered. Logan clenched his jaw before throwing his eyes to Peyton. "You willing to demonstrate for these idiots?" he asked. Then, in a voice only she could hear, he asked, "Do you trust me?"

Peyton did not trust him at all. Not with the mischievousness in his eyes, not with the boyish smile and those dimples. But regardless of her feelings, she still felt herself nodding. Logan was actually caught by surprise, judging from the way his brow shot up and his cheeks sucked in.

"Lie down on your back," he told her. His voice was still sandpaper but it was gentle and spoken so only she could hear. Peyton obeyed without question, keeping her eyes locked in hers. "Now spread your legs and put them on my shoulders."

Peyton felt her cheeks turn red but she didn't argue with him. She spread her legs and lifted them on his shoulders, which was just awkward, especially considering her crotch was near his chest rather than his groin.

"We already see a fucking problem, don't we?" Logan asked. The class murmured their assent. "Flattop, how tall was Carter?"

"Five foot three."

"And how tall are you, sweetheart?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Five foot six," she replied.

He turned his head to the class while keeping his body positioned toward Peyton. Her legs started to pinch with strain.

"So her crotch would probably be roughly in the same area as Peyton's is," Logan pointed out, "if not higher."

Peyton didn't hear him, however. He had said her name. Logan referred to her as Peyton. Not sweetheart, not anything else. Just Peyton.

He called her by her name. Logan called Peyton by her real name. It shouldn't mean anything. It probably didn't. But she knew that there was something in the way he spoke her name, like a foreign word he didn't quite understand but he knew how to say. It didn't make much sense to her, to be honest, but it made sense in its own way.

"Blondie," Logan said, throwing his eyes back over to the girl who had read the first half of Michelle Carter's statement. "Continue reading."

Britney looked down at her notes and continued where she left off. "I didn't even get a chance to catch my breath before Luke came over and flipped me over so I was on my knees," she read.

Logan didn't give Peyton a moment to comprehend what was happening before taking her waist in his hands and gently spinning her around so her back was to him and she was bent over the desk. Her fingers splayed out on the smooth surface and her behind was thrust into the air as one hand came and held her down at the middle of her back to hold her in place. The thought of him dominating her, the thought of him being in control when she was left completely at his mercy caused her insides to tremble with moisture reserved solely for him.

"His left hand was on the bed next to my face," Britney continued. Her voice had grown stronger, getting more comfortable reading because that was all she was doing. She wasn't being used to demonstrate or forced to defend her opinion. "His right hand was in my hair. He continued to thrust inside of me until he was spent."