Page 42 of Ruthless Rebel

“Would you fuck any of them again?” He pushes, his grip on me tightening even further, until there is nothing but him surrounding me.

“No.”

“Were you attracted to them?”

“No.”

“Are you attracted to me?”

“Yes.” The word is out before I can even think about it, let alone take it back, startling us both, and this time his eyes darken with something else entirely, his body pressing further into mine.

“Do you want me?” He asks, no,pleads, and four words have never undone me more, because they are so simple and complicated at the same time, yet I can no longer deny their answer.

“Yes,” I breathe, and it’s like a weight lifts off my chest, as I admit that not just to him, but to myself too.

“Do you want Logan?” He adds, and my eyes travel past him to find Lo already watching us, to find everyone watching us really. I see their curious stares, all of them pretending they aren’t, but Logan’s gaze is the only one that pierces my chest.

“Yes,” I whisper, my stomach filling with shame at the one word admission, at the selfishness of what I have just admitted, but Lincoln’s grip doesn’t falter for even a second.

“Everyone out!” He booms, his voice carrying clear over the music, startling them all, and my eyes widen in surprise, as he turns towards them all. “Take the party to another room, outside, I don’t fucking care, just get out, now.” It’s the clearest demand I have ever heard him give, and I can’t help but feel myself flush beneath the attention.

Marcus smirks, slapping Jace on the back, as he gathers up his things and moves to leave. “You heard my brother, let’s go, this is now a moving bachelor party,” he shouts, tossing Lincoln a wink, before they all start moving towards the door.

They all glance our way as they exit, with looks varying from interest to confusion, but it’s the look on Logan’s face, as he stares between us both, that has my stomach dropping. Especially when he turns to leave and my entire body screams at me to stop him.

“Logan,” Lincoln shouts, halting him in place, as he cocks his head to the side to look at us, his drunken eyes glossy. “Not you.” Two words, a veiled command, and he remains in place, staring at him in contempt.

We all remain frozen in silence as everyone filters out of the room, the soft bass of the music still playing in the background, but all I can hear is the pumping of my heart as it races in my chest. Only once we are alone, does Lincoln look back at me. “Do you want to play a game, Dark Prince?”

His words still have a dangerous edge to them, and with my throat too dry to push out any words, all I can do is nod slowly, both desperate and afraid of whatever he is about to do. His body still presses into mine, and I’m sure he can feel my heart racing in my chest, as he leans in even closer.

“I knew you’d be a good boy,” he praises, his breath hot on my lips, before he turns to Logan and commands, “Come here.” Lo hesitates, a strange look in his eye, but only for a moment, then he closes the distance between us all and comes to stand by Linc’s side facing me. “On your knees,” he adds, and to my surprise, Logan complies instantly.

I don’t know why I’m surprised, I have seen them together twice before now, and Lincoln always seems to be the one in charge, but Logan is a god in his own right. A member of an elusive secret society, and the most headstrong person I know, yet one demand from Lincoln, and he falls to his knees without pause.

“Gonna silence me with your cock?” He asks, tauntingly, and I can’t tell if he is turned on or pissed off, and I know Lincoln sees it too.

“No,” Lincoln smirks, clearly enjoying this bratty side to Logan more than I thought he would, before he looks at me with an intensity I nearly crumble under. “I’m gonna silence you with his.” Logan’s eyes snap to mine and still I can’t talk, I can barely even breathe, yet Lincoln doesn’t seem to notice or care. Instead he just leans casually on the bar beside me as he commands. “Be a good boy and take his cock out for me, Lo.”

Time seems to stand still as his demand washes over all of us, yet when I look back at Logan, his eyes are on mine, watching, waiting. It’s only then I realize he is waiting for my refusal, one that I tell myself I am going to give, but as soon as his hands reach for my belt, the words die on my tongue. I watch in anticipation as he slowly and meticulously works open my belt and zipper, until there is enough room for him to slip in his hand. I know the second he feels my erection because of the deep swallow in his neck, before he pushes inside my boxers and grasps my rock solid cock in the palm of his hand.

Holy fuck.

His skin against mine is like an inferno, hot and branding, and when his eyes dance back up to mine, I see nothing but yearning in them.

Fuck.

Has he always looked at me like that?

Has there always been nothing but need in his eyes every time he looks at me?

It’s so prominent I can almost taste it, taste him, and I gasp as he squeezes me roughly, pulling out my hot and heavy cock in his hand until it is on full display for both of them. Lincoln grunts his approval, moving to stand to his full height beside us both, but I daren’t take my eyes off Logan, not even to blink, the sight of him more intoxicating than the vodka running through my veins. Which means I catch the first firm stroke of my cock, as his hand strokes me up and down, and I’m not sure which one of us groans louder.

“Fucking hell, Ash,” he breathes, now looking at my cock, and I track his tongue as it licks along his lips. “Your cock is beautiful,” he says almost in disbelief, as if he can’t believe he is touching it, and when his closed fist rolls up and down it again, my legs almost buckle.

“Logan,” I breathe his name, not even sure why, and a smirk curls at the corner of his mouth at my tone, like he is enjoying almost making me fall apart so quickly.

I’m far from inexperienced, I’ve been fucked more times than I ever let myself count, but this is different, it feels different.

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