CHAPTER 9- THE CLOSER I GET TO YOU
Carmen awoke the next morning with Logan's rigid arm strewn across her body. She raised her hand to her forehead and rubbed it a little, trying to remember what had happened last night. Flashes of Logan removing her clothes, kissing her, feeling him inside her rushed through her mind and she was quickly reminded of their steamy love affair.
Logan still lay lifeless next to her- naked, hardly even breathing so she tried to move his enormous arm from around her. It took several tries and almost all her strength but eventually she was free. Although the room was a little dark from the drapes and the pieces of clothing littered the floor, her stomach directed her well to the kitchen since she was so hungry.
She never knew that having sex would bring on such an appetite- wait did she just think out loud. Carmen froze in the hall, then held just below her navel and rubbed gently. She felt an unbearable sickening rising inside her as she remembered that she and Logan spent the night together…doing stuff…to put it lightly. Carmen hated Logan, she wasn't supposed to give him complete access to her body- he didn't deserve it. But the fact of the matter was, she did. They had sex and there could be nothing to change that.
Carmen began thinking of all the things that would change now that they had been so intimate but her hatred for Logan was far greater and she couldn't help but feel like he took advantage of her- again.
Chopping the sweet peppers with such malice, Carmen almost woke the whole world as every hit of the blade onto the wooden board made an echoing knock. She chipped away at the Logan she remembered, the one that had kidnapped her. The words she spewed in her head were full of so much animosity that she didn't notice Logan standing in the doorway, propped against the frame.
"I see somebody's got her energy back," said Logan smugly with a plastered on grin which made Carmen cringe and tempted her to send the knife flying to his head.
"Mornin'" Carmen mumbled under her breath. Even though she hated Logan, it was even more awkward being around him now that they had…
"You making something for me too," Logan began as he wrapped his arms around Carmen's waist from behind.
She began to squirm, the knife swinging from side to side wildly as she tried to get out of his grasp.
"What's wrong Carmen… you weren't like this last night…Or do I need to remind you…?" Logan asked softly, then he licked from the base of Carmen's neck to her earlobe, wetting it with his cold tongue which caused her to become severely uncomfortable.
"You drugged me! Somehow…" Carmen's voice began to trail off as she remembered what happened that night and how fast time went- Logan was a vampire but he certainly wasn't quick enough to drug her while giving the effect of the drugs time to kick in for him to take advantage of her.
Skillfully releasing herself from Logan, Carmen continued chopping the condiments for her breakfast but she turned her right hip into the island so she faced him from a side trying not to give him access to her body.
"Carmen…" moaned Logan as he began to press up against her hip. "I miss…you," whispered Logan and it made Carmen shiver; sending a slight sensation to Logan. "You miss me too, don't you, you want me all now…" Logan began again and he roughly pulled Carmen's body from the counter as if she was a part of it.
Logan spun her around to face him, but as soon as Carmen looked him in the eyes, the knife dropped from her hand onto the tiles with a clamor.
"Are you okay Carmen!? Did you get hurt?" Logan asked intently, as if his life depended on it. Then he pushed Carmen away from his body gently and looked her over for any bruises. "Whheew! You're okay," he said softly, then rested his forehead against Carmen's.
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I can't believe we had sex last night! I held her in my arms and she wanted me for the first time. Her long jet black hair against my face felt amazing when I kissed her. She's so beautiful, and all mine. I'll never let anyone else have her. She belongs to me.
I think I hear her in the kitchen making something, maybe I should sneak up on her. She'd love it if I hugged her from behind- all women love that, ohh the look on her face.
Should I just stand her and watch her just a little. Just like how it was when I first saw her that time, on the Mexican border with her parents. Even then she was beautiful, innocent and pure. Everything I desired…I loved her from the very first time I saw her, I knew she would be mine, that we were made for each other. Although I wish that she would be more willing and open her mind to the possibility of being with me; I could give her anything, everything she desires…everything she deserves.
Just one touch…I'm sure she wouldn't mind, since she did let me take her last night. She got me at such an unusual time; My thirst was unquenchable and there she was, untouched and unsoiled, I thought I would've sucked her dry from the way her blood was coursing through her veins- so warm.
She's still so oblivious to my presence it 's almost…cute, for lack of a better word, but I think she's had more than enough time alone.
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Carmen swiftly whisked herself from before Logan after she realized what was going on. How could she allow that thing to get so close to her? She reached down and picked up the knife then placed it on the marble counter and turned to leave the kitchen but something was pulling her back. She froze for a couple seconds then mustered enough will power to exit the kitchen.
Logan reached out his hand to call to her but nothing came out and his hand dropped lifelessly to his side. There was nothing he could think of to comfort her at the time, so he just let her go… Looking over the meticulously chopped ingredients, Logan began to cook them up into the omelet that Carmen was initially making; he had hoped that maybe she would smell the melted butter as it ran over the coagulated protein and be tempted to eat just a little at least. When it was done he placed it on the counter and covered it and left a tall glass of black current juice for her then he went to bed.
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It was well into the midday and Logan was at his weakest, although he had had so much blood the night before, the summer sun would not be a friend to him and all he could do was lie half-conscious in bed. The only thing that kept him awake, surprisingly, was the thought of Carmen's father. He had been trailing him for years and to be honest, without him in the picture the kidnapping would've gone smoothly- just like it did. Logan knew that he was a good for nothing waste of matter but the fact was that he produced the most fascinating and amazing creature he had ever seen.
The last he had seen or heard of him was that he had just done some drug trafficking across the Yucatan Peninsula, so suddenly seeing him show up in America was out of the question. Logan knew how much Carmen strived to find her father, and he knew that keeping his whereabouts from her would cause tension in their 'relationship' but he knew it was for the best. The man was worthless and would only hinder Carmen's progression in life.
Logan closed his eyes slowly, allowing the scent of Carmen to linger around his nose after being so close to her earlier. He inhaled, and then exhaled slowly as he opened again to find Carmen standing right over him. She looked somewhat shy and a little nervous, but he just breathed in deeply and waited to hear what she had to say.
"Logan…what happened between us last night…I don't want you to think that I have feelings for you now!" Carmen muttered.
Logan smirked a little then turned on a side to directly face Carmen.
"What makes you think that I would assume you have feelings for me? Why would I even dream up such a far-fetched thing!" Logan said sarcastically and he watched as Carmen scrunched up her nose and raised her brow which made him release a small giggle.
"What the hell are you laughing at!?" Shouted Carmen, slightly annoyed.
"Nothing…nothing at all," Logan replied and he turned to the other side and faced the wall….