Page 38 of Sinful Palace

Logan stepped up behind me and removed the toy with a loud popping sound. He slid it back into the box with the remote, and then he yanked the skirt of my dress down. “We’re leaving,” he said, releasing my wrists and ankles from their restraints.

“Why?” I asked, eyes wide. Now that he was touching me again, the earlier pleasure had returned. All I needed was a little push from him, and I could finally come. Finally ease the aching desperation inside me.

“This was a bad idea,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

“But I’m so close… please let me come.”

“No,” he said, eyes narrowing. “We’re leaving right now.”

He grabbed one of my arms and yanked me across the room, fingers digging into my skin. He didn’t say a word as we stepped through the foyer and into the elevator, and when we finally returned to our room on the top floor, he remained silent, eyes filled with anger as he removed his jacket and loosened his tie.

Confusion made my stomach flutter. “Why did you do that?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Logan looked over at me, fingers still fumbling with his tie. “What?”

“Why did you attack that man? He didn’t hurt me. He was just a dick.”

He stalked over and grabbed me by the shoulders. “What part of ‘I own you’ do you not understand?” he asked. “No one else is allowed to fucking touch you. Ever.”

“I don’t understandwhy it has to be that way,” I said, lifting my chin in defiance. “You can go out and screw as many girls as you like, so why can’t another guy touch me?”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“I’m not saying I actually wanted that man tonight. Not at all. I’m just saying the whole concept of no one else ever touching me doesn’t make sense. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not supposed to be fair,” Logan replied, upper lip curling in a sneer. “And I’m not fucking anyone else, anyway. Only you.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes.” He pulled back and scratched his jaw, eyes not meeting mine. “Are we done?”

“No.” I shook my head again as a hundred more questions bubbled up inside me. “Why aren’t you sleeping with anyone else? And why don’t you want anyone else touching me?” I asked. “If we were a real couple, it would be cheating, but that doesn’t apply to us. We aren’t actually together. It’s just a contract. We don’t love each other. We don’t even like each other! So why do you care if someone else wants me or touches me while we’re in the Wonderland Club? It’s not like anyone would report it to the media. You said that yourself.”

“Shut up, Willow,” Logan hissed, turning away. He lifted one hand to his forehead to rub his temples. “Fuck, I wish I hadn’t even said anything. You never stop pushing.”

My forehead wrinkled as comprehension dawned on me. “Oh. I’m wrong, aren’t I?” I said softly.

“About what?”

I bit my bottom lip before speaking up again. “You actually have some sort of feelings for me, don’t you?”

There was a flash across his face as he looked back at me; something sharp and real, gleaming through the haze of anger. Just that one flash, gone in a blink, and then his eyes narrowed again. “You’re so full of shit,” he said.

“I don’t think I am.” I swallowed hard. “It’s true, isn’t it? You were jealous when that man touched me. Jealous like a real, normal boyfriend.”

“I was angry because someone else touched my property. That’s all,” he said, still glowering at me.

A recent memory flashed in my mind, and I pursed my lips. “No. I saw it the other night as well,” I said. “When Rowan tried to rub my shoulder, just as a friendly gesture, you couldn’t stand it. You were jealous, but not in a possessive way. You feel something for me. You wanted to protect me.”

“I don’t feel anything for you. Not in the way you’re implying, anyway.”

I took one step forward, closing the distance between us again. “You just admitted you aren’t sleeping with anyone else. Why would you behave like that if you don’t feel the slightest thing for me except anger and hatred, like you always claim? You’re a hot young guy with a ton of money. Basically every girl’s dream. So why not fuck around, huh?”

Logan jabbed a finger at my chest. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, I do. You just won’t admit it.” I let out a short, sharp breath. “God, this is ridiculous. You expect me to be honest with you, but you won’t be honest with me. You’re a hypocrite.”

His lips tightened. “So this is you trying your best to be a good girl like we discussed, huh?” he said, one brow lifting. He shook his head slowly. “You really are completely fucking incorrigible.”

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