Page 31 of Sinful Palace

Every muscle in his body was coiled with tension. He groaned as I moved my hands lower, trailing one over his abdomen before reaching down to fumble with his belt and zipper. I pulled his cock out, and he inhaled sharply as I wrapped my trembling fingers around his girth.

He reached for my ass and squeezed it tight. In one quick movement, he lifted me right off the ground to impale me on his rock-hard shaft, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. With a grunt, he sank all the way inside me. I mewled at the immediate sensation of utter fullness.

“Yes,” I gasped, clinging to his back and shoulders as he gripped my ass, bouncing me up and down on his cock. “Fuck, yes… keep going. Keep fucking going.”

“Jesus, princess,” he grunted, digging his fingernails into me. “You always feel so good.”

“So do you,” I said breathlessly, closing my eyes. “Please… keep going. I need it so bad.”

Our foreheads pressed together as his cock pumped in and out of my aching pussy, roughly claiming it. Owning it. I moved one hand up, tangling my fingers in his hair and panting as my clit rubbed against his groin. Sparks were flying through me already, and my muscles were loosening and opening up, desperate for more. Desperate for him to go even deeper; desperate for him to get as close to me as possible.

Logan started moving even faster and harder, his body reading mine effortlessly. I gasped and cried out, a jumbled mess of pleas tumbling from my lips. “More,” I moaned. “Please… don’t stop.”

He knew exactly how to delay my pleasure as long as possible, just to torment me. Right when I was ready to burst, he stopped pumping deeply and slowed down, letting the sparks around my clit fade away. I hated and loved it at the same time. He was a maelstrom of sensuality, pushing me to the highest of highs and dragging me to the lowest of lows, teasing me until I screamed and begged, dripping all over him.

“Logan…” I whispered breathlessly. “I’m so close. Please let me come.”

While still holding me with one strong arm, he pulled the other away and deftly moved his hand around to my face, as if he wanted to stroke and caress my cheek while he watched the blinding pleasure overcome me.

His eyes suddenly darkened and narrowed, and he wrapped the hand around my throat instead, totally blindsiding me. Pain lanced through me from the collar digging into my skin as he tightened his grip until I struggled to draw breath. I clung to his left shoulder with one hand as the other tried desperately to pry his fingers off me.

“Logan… stop…” I whimpered. I usually loved the blend of pleasure and pain he brought me during sex, but this was too much.

He smirked and slowly moved to the bed behind us, briefly withdrawing from me as he dropped me on my back. His hand was still wrapped around my throat, nearly choking the life out of me as he positioned himself between my legs. He started pumping his hips furiously again, slamming into me deep and hard. Too hard.

“Logan. Please,” I choked out. Black spots appeared in front of my eyes as I stared up at him.

“When are you going to stop with these fucking games?” he growled, digging his fingers in even deeper.

“No… no games…”

He shook his head and slammed into me again, eliciting a torn, nasal cry from me. “Do you think I can’t see right through you?” he said, eyes burning with anger. “After all this time, you’re still trying to manipulate me. You think I didn’t know that the second I walked in today?”

I tasted blood in my mouth now. “I’m not.”

“Admit it,” he hissed. “Admit it and I’ll let you go.”

I twisted and thrashed, trying to free myself to no avail. “Please…”

“Admit it,” Logan repeated, eyes blazing. “You don’t really want me to make you feel better. You were just trying to manipulate me.”

Dizziness was overwhelming me now. I was about to use up my very last reserves of oxygen. With a weak nod, I rasped out one word. “Yes.”

Logan finally let go of my throat, letting my head fall back to the mattress as he slid inside me with a loud, final grunt. He pulled out and sprayed my chest with his cum, groaning and breathing hard as he coated me in the hot, sticky mess.

I rubbed my aching neck and frantically gulped down air, struggling to regain my composure. Logan stood up straight, staring down at me with a cold, flat look in his eyes.

“Stop trying to win,” he said. “It’ll never happen.”

With that, he turned and strode toward the bathroom, leaving me breathless and defeated.

But only for now.

I lay back and shut my eyes, refusing to let myself feel bad about what just happened. This was just a setback; one of many that would probably happen along my path to freedom. I couldn’t allow it to discourage me. Couldn’t allow it to dampen my spirit.

In the past, I might’ve cowered and given up, too overwhelmed by Logan’s dizzying power to keep going, but I wouldn’t let that happen anymore. No way. I had to keep trying, even if that meant failing again and again. Even if it took months. Years.

Logan might not believe it now, but one way or another, I would find a way to outsmart him.

I would win.

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