“It’s not hard to stand there and show me your neck. So why do you seem to be struggling?” He holds me firmly in place, and all the while, there’s war inside my head. I don’t want to do what he says—purely on principle. But also, I’ve never felt such a delicious thrill through my whole body being helpless in Logan’s arms. “You have a hard time submitting, don’t you?” There’s a sliding sound, then something cold and sharp presses against my neck. Something like a knife. I freeze. “Feel that?” Logan hums. “Oh good, now you’re obeying.”
