Page 64 of Sinful Palace

“I don’t get it,” I said flatly. “How can he just disappear like this?”

“I don’t know,” Jamie replied. He sounded tense, even though he was obviously trying to hide it. That wasn’t a good sign. “But don’t worry. We have our best people out there searching, and we’re going to find him. The president’s husband can’t just disappear into thin air.”

“You’ll call me as soon as you hear anything?”

“Yes. I promise.”

“Thanks, Jamie.” I ended the call and handed the phone back to Logan.

“Nothing yet?” he said.

I shook my head dejectedly. “No. He’s still not back, and no one knows where he is.”

“Shit.”

“I don’t understand what’s going on. It’s been hours now. How could he just disappear? And why?”

“I don’t know. It’s fucking weird.”

I blew out a frustrated breath. “Seriously, Logan, what the hell is happening? It’s like the whole world is falling apart right now!”

Hot tears stung the backs of my eyes, threatening to spill out no matter how hard I tried to keep them at bay. I was still beyond pissed at my father, but now that he’d gone missing, I was concerned anyway. What if he’d grown so tired of my refusal to speak to him or forgive him that he’d decided to hurt himself in some way?

I couldn’t bear to have that on my conscience, even if a major part of my brain believed he deserved to rot in hell for selling me to the Thornes. He was still my dad in the end. Still the man who raised me. That didn’t just go away, no matter how angry and betrayed I felt.

“Hey,” Logan said gently. One hand went to my shoulder, instantly warming me. “Trust me. It’ll be okay.”

I couldn’t help but notice he looked as good as ever. Smelled good too, all spicy and masculine with just a hint of sweat.

On an impulse, I tilted my face up and kissed the valley between his shoulder and neck. I barely even had time to plant my lips there before he grabbed my shoulders in response and pushed me up against the window. Then he kissed me, hard.

The moan that spilled from my mouth only made him more aggressive. His tongue darted out, stroking mine, hungry and vicious. I sucked in a desperate breath, and he groaned, sucking on my bottom lip before digging his teeth into the delicate skin.

“Wait...” Logan suddenly pulled back, leaving my head whirling and my lips aching. “We don’t have to do this,” he went on in a low voice. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“I do,” I said, staring right into his eyes so he knew I was telling the truth.

Even though he’d done a one-eighty in recent days and started treating me like a human being deserving of respect, I wasn’t stupid. I understood that he still viewed me as a thing he owned, and that simply wasn’t feasible for me in terms of a real future, so I knew I wasn’t falling for him. This was purely a comfort thing. A distraction. A few stolen moments of bliss to get me through these dark days.

I deserved that much.

“Good, because I don’t want to fucking stop,” Logan growled before crushing his lips to mine again. His fingers slid through my hair, twisting it hard, but he didn’t hurt me. Not much. Just enough to make my body tingle and jolt as my mind melted in a lust-filled haze.

He deepened the kiss, hands moving down my body, fast and unapologetic. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up to circle his waist, grinding his groin into mine. I moaned, clenching around nothing, desperate to feel him in me again.

“Please,” I gasped out between kisses.

Logan turned us away from the window and lay me down on the bed. His hips rolled between my legs, erection grinding against our clothes. The friction made me ache and quiver as my clit swelled and throbbed, begging for release.

One hand came down between us to tear at my black pantyhose and matching panties beneath. I spread my legs wider, making it easier. Logan freed himself from his pants in the next second, and then his thick cock was pressed up against my bare slit, eliciting a frustrated groan from my mouth as I waited for him to stop teasing me and fuck me like I so desperately craved.

“Touch it,” he commanded. “I want you to put it inside you.”

I reached down, my eyes fixed on his as my hand closed around his shaft. It was smooth and hot, and I felt it pulsing beneath my fingertips as I brought the tip right to my drenched entrance.

I bucked my hips, pulling him inside me, and my eyes closed with ecstasy as he stretched me, pushing deeper in a hard thrust. I already felt the pressure of a climax building at the base of my spine, twisting and climbing inside me.

Logan’s big hands pinned me to the bed, roughly holding me down as he mercilessly fucked me. My pussy contracted around him, and I choked out a shaky breath. “Logan… I’m close.”

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