Page 58 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

After a moment, he reached down and picked her up by her arms, carrying her over to his desk and lying her down flat on the surface. Luckily, he never kept anything on it due to the fact that he never had course material for his students. She could feel his cock press insistently against her thigh as she looked at him through hooded eyes, biting her bottom lip as a smile tried to break free onto her face.

"Jesus, you're incredible," he told her, his eyes going through every inch of her skin, counting every freckle on her face, every eyelash. Peyton felt her breath stolen from her. Nobody had ever looked at her this way before, no one had ever made her feel beautiful.

Logan reached down and tugged on the hemline of her shirt. Peyton sat up and raised her arms up so he could pull off her shirt. He let it drop to the floor without following it to the ground. Instead, he reached behind Peyton and unclasped her bra, letting that drop away as well. His eyes turned bronze but he didn't stop. He unbuttoned her jeans and she leaned back so he could slowly peel them off her body until she was left in only her thong. That disappeared as well, but not before Logan smelled her scent, her desire for him. Peyton licked her bottom lip. She couldn't believe some of the things he did and the way those things made her feel.

Once she was completely nude, he started to work on himself. He pulled off his leather jacket, then his shirt so Peyton could feast her eyes on his bare chest, on the salt and pepper trail of hair sprinkled over his torso, the way his lean body form a V just before his jeans began. His fingers undid the button of his pants before sliding the denim and his underwear off into a pile.

They were completely nude in his classroom, a public place. Logan had locked the door, yes, but certain people had the master keys and could walk in on them at any moment. She felt her lips moisten at the thought of being caught with Logan's cock inside of her, stretching her out to the point where it hurt.

He didn't immediately fuck her like he typically did. His eyes went over her body, and she knew he was taking in the fading bruises, where his brother had hurt her. Peyton wasn't ashamed of her injury; she let him look her over without covering up. She felt her nipples get hard due to the cold mixed with Logan's stare. Logan seemed to notice it as well, reaching out his arm so his fingers started to caress her nipples. She let out a grunt, her eyes slipping close as she arched up into his touch.

She gasped and his eyes darkened at the sound. He continued to caress her, infusing pleasure mixed with a slight prickle of pain due to how hard they were, due to how cold she was. He dropped one hand from her breast and trailed it down her stomach, following the curves of her body. He seemed mesmerized by her body, the way it curved in and out like an hourglass.

When he reached her mound, she bucked up at him, insistent and impatient. A smile slid across his face as he caressed her skin, the inside of her thighs, with just the tips of his fingers. The caress was light but it seemed like it burned her flesh, like he was going to leave a trail of fingerprints embedded in her skin from the slightest of touches.

Then, when he was ready, he slid his index finger into the folds of her core, slowly pushing through until he fit the entire digit inside of her.

"Jesus," he said, in awe. "You're so fucking wet for me."

Peyton whimpered at the feeling of being impaled by his finger, enjoying the feeling of some piece of him inside of her. She had no idea why he seemed surprised by her slick interior. Did he not know this was a common occurrence just being around him?

"You don't know what you do to me," she managed to get out. Her eyes were hooded; she could barely see him even though he was standing right in front of her. They were filled with a lusty haze that seemed to follow him when she looked at him, like a special aura that was his and his alone.

With one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off of his waist. Peyton's eyes dropped so she could see his long and hard he was for her, and she wasn't disappointed to find his member throbbing with the need to bury itself into her. She clenched her core around his finger just thinking about it, and he hissed in response.

"Fuck, what did I do to fucking deserve you?" he asked and Peyton could tell the question was more for him than it was for her.

"Careful, now," Peyton teased. "You almost sound romantic."

Logan's lips turned up. "We can't have that, now, can we?" he murmured.

"Definitely not," she agreed.

At that moment, he took her thighs beneath his palms and spread them further.

"I imagined doing this to you from that fucking moment in class," Logan said, his eyes staring at the milky white flesh beneath his large hands. "I used you to demonstrate Carter's statement. Do you remember that day?"

"How could I forget?" Peyton murmured. "I could feel you against me, how badly you wanted me."

Logan closed his eyes as a moan escaped his mouth. His grip on her thighs tightened and his thumbs danced on the edge of her mound, where her lips protected her opening and her clit.

"I would have fucked your right there, in front of everyone," he told her, a promise in his tone, and she could hear the raw honesty in his voice, which only furthered her need for him. "Just to let them know that you were fucking mine, in that one moment. And that I ruined you for anyone else."

Peyton popped open an eye. "You're pretty cocky, aren't you?" she asked.

"With good reason," he told her.

Without warning, he slammed his cock into her opening so she fully sheathed him in her warmth. It hurt, she wouldn't lie, and the moan that came out of her mouth was mixed with both pain and pleasure. But she couldn't stop him, not when he felt so good inside of her. Not when he belonged there. His hands moved from her thighs to her breasts so they could pinch and caress her nipples as he began to move inside of her. Peyton moaned once more, arching her back up so her buttocks was off the ground and he had better access to hit her in just the right spot with his cock.

Her fingers found her clit and she began to move them back and forth, slow at first and then fast, to keep up with his manic thrusting.

"That's right, sweetheart," Logan breathed, his eyes now dark gold as they found Peyton's hand. "Touch yourself."

She whimpered. Something about his voice just did something to her. It was as though it was connected to her core and every time he opened his mouth, little lightning bolts struck her and sent tingles of electricity all throughout her body.

"That's right," he said once more. "Come for me. Come all over my cock. Take it from me."

And she did. Her pelvis got light, like it had wings, and she knew she was close. Her eyes were just about to roll back but Logan stopped her.