Page 37 of Sinful Palace

“Aw, come on. I can’t leave you like this,” he said. His eyes gleamed as he spotted the remote on the bench, and he picked it up. “Are you sure you don’t want my help?”

“I can’t.”

“But you want it anyway, don’t you?”

I shook my head again. “No,” I whispered. “Please leave me alone.”

“All I have to do is click this button,” he said, holding up the remote. “You won’t be in pain anymore.”

“Don’t.”

He narrowed his eyes. “There’s no need to be rude. I’m just trying to help,” he said. “No one else will. I’ve been watching you struggle. You’re all alone, aren’t you?”

“For now, but—” I stopped and cried out as the man suddenly pressed the remote, making the vibrations intensify. They didn’t bring any pleasure with them, though. It was all gone, faded to nothing, because Logan wasn’t in control. The only thing I felt between my legs was a raw ache.

“Come for me, kitten,” the man growled, sliding one hand to my ass.

“I can’t,” I whimpered.

“Do it.” He slapped my ass, making it jiggle.

“I can’t!”

He pulled back with a scowl. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I choked out.

“Then why won’t you come? You frigid or something?”

I swallowed another sob. “No, I just can’t. Not without—”

“What the fuck is going on here?”

I flicked my gaze to the side to see Logan standing a few feet away, arms folded across his powerful chest.

The strange man held his palms up. “She was alone,” he said. “I was trying to help.”

“Did you ask her if you could touch her?”

“Yes.”

“And did she give you permission?” Logan asked, eyes blazing. I couldn’t tell who he was angrier at right now; me or the man.

“Uh, yeah. She did.”

I shook my head wildly. “I didn’t, I swear!”

“Look, she said yes with her body, okay?” the stranger said. “She was begging for it, and as far as I could tell, she wasn’t spoken for.”

“She’s with me,” Logan said, stepping closer. He held out a hand, demanding the remote. “You need to leave, right the fuck now.”

The man glared. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because you broke the rules. You touched a girl without permission. My girl,” Logan said. “Now get the fuck out before I make you.”

“Fuck you, man, who the hell do you think—” The stranger’s retort was cut off as Logan’s fist flashed through the air, landing a hard punch on his jaw. He reeled backward with a grunt, and Logan grabbed one of his arms and twisted it behind his back before pushing him to his knees. He made it look easy, like the man was nothing but a skinny child, even though he was around the same height and weight as him.

“I said: get the fuck out,” Logan growled, twisting the man’s arm even harder until he groaned and squealed like a little girl. He finally loosened his grip and let him go, and the nasty man stumbled away without another word, shooting a fearful glance at us over his shoulder as he ran away.

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