Page 65 of Sinful Palace

“Fuck...” His voice was low and gruff. “Look at me, princess. Look at me or I won’t let you come.”

I whimpered and opened my eyes, so tense I felt like I would explode any second. Logan knotted one hand in my hair to yank my face upward, forcing me to watch him as he used my body like it was just a toy, fucking me harder and faster with each thrust. He was relentless. Ravenous. Shameless.

“Do you want to come?” he asked, eyes burning and wild.

My reply came out in a strangled whisper. “Yes. Please let me. Please… I need it.”

One hand snaked down between us again, and he pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing it over the sizzling bundle of nerves until my jaw dropped and a choked scream flew out of my mouth. My body lit up like a Christmas tree, every inch tingling with electricity, and I cried out again and again.

The rest of the world with all its trials and miseries had faded, and Logan was the only thing I saw and felt. Him and all the delicious pleasure he brought me.

It was exactly what I needed now.

My legs quivered as he made me come again, right away, and he leaned down to kiss me, sucking on my tongue like I was water in the desert. Then he dragged his teeth along my lips, making a twinge of pain spiral into the pleasure, and my vision dotted with bright white spots.

I was flying so high I barely even registered it as he flipped me onto my stomach and came on my back in hot ribbons. Then he collapsed next to me, muttering under his breath as he panted. I did the same, waiting for him to say something. Wondering if I’d just made a terrible mistake.

What if I couldn’t separate sex from emotion in the end, even though I was so convinced I could? I’d heard stories from my friends before about the way they were so sure they could do it, only to find themselves falling deeper and deeper for the guys they were sleeping with until they broke their hearts.

I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. No.

This was different. I was different. All I had to do was remind myself I was a prisoner, forced to be here because of a fucked-up contract, and that would stop me from falling for Logan, no matter how nice he was from now on. No matter how much he helped me and protected me.

I loved everything he did to my body, loved it so much, but I couldn’t afford to start falling in love with him.

Not now. Not ever.

Too bad a tiny, fractious piece of me was whispering in the back of my mind, telling me it had already started….

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