Page 78 of Broken Princess
He glanced over at Jamie and waved the knife. “Sorry, man,” he said. “Probably should’ve told you I had this on me.”
Jamie smiled thinly and lifted one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. I could see a gun sticking out of one of his pockets. He had the upper hand, and he knew it. “It’s fine, depending on what you intend to do with it,” he said, cocking one brow.
Logan turned his gaze back to me. “I intend to do this,” he said, holding the knife to my chest. I gulped as he leaned down and sliced open the front of my bustier. “She doesn’t deserve to wear nice, expensive stuff like this. You should keep her naked all the time.”
I stayed stock-still as he moved the knife down to my panties and the matching garter. A few more careful slits and the lacy fabric fell away, leaving me naked aside from the thigh-high stockings and heels.
“That’s better,” Logan said, eyes darkening with lust. He casually tossed the knife aside, and it landed on one side of the bed. “Now get on all fours.”
He put one hand on my lower back as I climbed onto the mattress, and I gasped as his skin met mine. I’d missed this so much; the way his touch made goosebumps break out all over me despite the ardent heat coursing through my system.
I crawled to the center of the bed and stayed there, hand only inches away from the knife. Logan smirked and got on the bed too, balancing on his knees in front of my face. “Come on, Jamie,” he said.
I felt Jamie’s weight on the mattress as he moved behind me. He unzipped at the same time as Logan, and I steeled my jaw as I felt his cock pressing against my pussy, wetting me with pre-cum.
This was really happening.
With wide eyes, I looked up at Logan. He stared down at me, a mixture of fury and sadness flickering in his eyes. I swallowed hard and nodded to let him know that it was okay. I understood that it had to be this way. Jamie would never let his guard down otherwise. Not even for a second.
I twitched as Jamie rested one hand on my ass before shoving his cock inside me. “Oh, fuck,” he grunted. “So fucking tight.”
He began to pump back and forth, getting faster and more furious with each thrust. At the same time, I let Logan slip his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, doing my best to please him as I took every inch of Jamie’s cock in my pussy.
As Jamie fucked me, I kept my muscles as slack and relaxed as possible, hoping that would slow his pleasure. If he came inside me like this, it would all be over, and I might not get another chance to escape.
He let out a deep groan as his thrusts grew even harder, like he was punishing me, and my pussy made embarrassingly wet sounds when he bottomed out inside me. I gripped the blanket under me so tightly that my knuckles began to cramp, and my eyes began to water from all the strain as he continued slamming into me like a jackhammer. Logan noticed my pained expression and pulled out of my mouth with a loud pop.
“That’s enough,” he growled. “I want to fuck her now.”
Jamie kept pumping behind me. “Can’t stop,” he grunted. “She’s so fucking hot.”
“You can put it in her ass later,” Logan said. “It’s even hotter, trust me. But right now it’s my turn.”
“Fine.” With another groan, Jamie finally pulled out and swapped positions with Logan. He slapped me across one cheek with his stiff, glistening cock before rubbing it over my lips. “Do as your old master said,” he commanded. “Clean me up and show me these tricks of yours. No more holding back like you did last time you sucked me off.”
I dutifully sucked his cock, making sure to swirl my tongue around the tip before licking at the frenulum until his eyes nearly rolled back into his head.
As I worked away at him, my fingers inched closer and closer to the knife on the bed. Jamie didn’t notice. He was too caught up in the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh, fuck…” he muttered. “Keep going. Keep fucking going.”
Logan was behind me now, cock slipping in and out of my dripping pussy. “Nearly there,” he grunted. “You can let go soon, princess.”
I felt Jamie’s cock begin to pulse in my mouth, and I knew he was close. He shuddered and let out a long, deep groan before entwining his fingers in my hair and thrusting deeper in my mouth.
“Now,” Logan commanded. “Let go now.”
I tightened my grip on the knife and said a quick silent prayer. As Jamie roared out his orgasm a second later, filling my throat with spurts of cum, I ripped my mouth away, jerked my body straight up, and plunged the blade into the side of his neck. He let out a guttural roar mixed with an agonized whimper, eyes bulging.
I twisted the knife as much as I could, sinking it deeper and deeper until the shiny metal had almost disappeared inside his throat. Then I ripped it out with a victorious cry.
Jamie collapsed onto one side, trying and failing to stem the blood spurting freely from the hole in his neck. “Logan…” he choked out. “Help me… stop her…”
Logan grabbed the knife from me, leaned down, and drew it across Jamie’s throat. He convulsed like a rabid animal as blood gushed out in all directions, and I watched with a cold, stony gaze as the shock finally faded from his eyes, replaced by a blank expression.
He was dead.
Logan pulled me into his arms, squeezing me so hard I could barely breathe. “I do love you,” he muttered against the shell of my ear. “Of course I fucking love you. I love you so much it hurts.”
“You were so convincing,” I said, tears stinging my eyes again. “I really thought—”
