Page 45 of Broken Princess

I watch her drink and mingle with people she doesn’t know. She looks happy. Maybe because most of the people in the club are strangers and, just like her, they’re here to have a good time. I grip my glass hard enough to break when some oversized asshole pulls her onto the floor and starts rubbing his hands all over her. He’s gripping her hips, grinding against her ass, and I see red. I’m on my feet when he turns her and picks her up in the air, gripping her ass, about to go in for a kiss.

Noel gets to her first, and I can tell from here he’s pissed. She smiles at him. Pats the guy on the chest and leaves the two of them gawking at her as she walks off the floor. My eyes follow her and I relax, but only slightly, when I see she’s heading towards the stairs that lead to the bathrooms.

I have to remind myself that this isn’t a VDU swap night party and going to the restroom alone isn’t an invitation for someone to fuck her senseless. Though my dick is telling me to follow her to the bathroom and fuck some senseintoher.

When she comes back onto the floor, she dances with two more guys before leaving with Noel. His hand rests possessively on her back as he steers her out the door. I wanna smash his face and break his hand for touching her. His eyes flick up to me, and the sanctimonious smirk on his face lets me know he’s doing this shit on purpose.

I leave soon after them, needing to be as far away from the simpering girls in VIP, all clamoring for a chance to fuck me. I used to revel in their attention. Now it just makes my skin crawl and my nuts shrivel up.

Jordanna has me turned inside out, and she’s not even trying. I came on this trip to keep an eye on her and Noel. But keeping up appearances with VDU’s elite means I failed. He strolled her out of the club, right under my nose. And I know he’s going to try something.

I close the door to my room with a thud, heading directly for the mini bar. I need something to take the edge off. The whiskey dulls the rage in my veins from watching all those men putting their hands on my girl, but it’s not enough to quell the ache in my nuts from watching her dance. I strip down, turning the shower to cold, hoping it will help. It does, and when I’m back in control of my anger and my lust, I step out of the shower, letting the cool air dry my skin.

Back in the bedroom, I finish drying off, scrubbing my body with an extra fluffy towel and stare at my luggage. I never fully unpacked, and the things I had out, I put away, expecting to be out until the club closed. I left out some underwear and clothes for tomorrow. I’m too tired to dig around for my sweatpants, so I crawl into bed as is. My phone’s been blowing up since I left the club. I continue to ignore the texts and make sure my alarm is set so I don’t miss breakfast. I’m doing the slow blink as soon as I sit on the bed. Reaching over, I turn off the lamp, ready to pass out and get this day officially over with.

I sense that I’m not alone in my room. I’m in that state between waking and sleep, but I know someone’s here. Even with my eyes closed, I recognize her scent and touch.

Her voice caresses my skin, as she asks, “Can I?”

“Mmm.” I breathe out a contented sigh as her hand reaches inside my boxer briefs and grips my shaft. She uses slow strokes until I harden in her hands. I reach up to touch her, but all I grab is air. “Jordy...”

“Shh.”

She places a hand against my chest. Through slitted eyes I see her hovering over me. I emit a strangled groan when she sinks onto my dick. I’ve been dreaming about this moment for weeks and now, somehow, she’s snuck into my hotel room and is taking it for herself. Her eyes are closed as she rocks back and forth, using my shoulders to balance herself.

Just as I’m catching her rhythm, she changes, bouncing up and down on my shaft, riding me hard. Our flesh slaps together, beads of sweat pool on our skin. She’s not looking at me, and as good as it feels to be inside her, it feels wrong that it’s happening this way.

“Jordy. Wait.” She doesn’t stop. She just takes. Her need. What she wants is fully in control. She’s disconnected from the moment. Detached and unemotional. “Not like this. Jordanna. Open your eyes and look at me.” I command.

When she does, I see fire, lust, and need. But the dominant emotion in her eyes is bitter anger. The intensity of her gaze freezes me in place. I know what’s going through her mind, and ask, “You wanna hurt me, baby?”

“Yes.” She hurls the answer at me like a profanity.

I place her hands on my chest, knowing what it’s like to need to exorcise your demons. “Do your worst.”

She digs her nails into my skin, the sting from the dermis breaking mixes with the pleasure of being surrounded by her heat. I’ve never let a woman be in control like this. To allow them permission to even try to inflict pain upon me. I let her have her moment, relishing in the fact that she’s pushing her boundaries. She grips and tears through my skin and I let her. I deserve it. But I nearly lose my shit when she sinks her teeth into my neck.

“Shit!”I growl, bucking into her, fighting to maintain control. She braces her hands against my chest, sliding up and down my cock, slamming her ass against my thighs. I grab her hips, but she needs no encouragement to fuck me harder. Our foreheads are inches apart, her hair secluding us from the world. My lips are inches from her mouth. “I’ve missed this pussy.”

She bites her lower lip, swirling her hips. “I’ve missed this cock.”

Finally, she kisses me. Ravaging my mouth with hers. I suck up her taste. The whiskey, the lime, the beer, and the feel of her lush walls clinching around me. Locking me in. “I’m coming. Logan. I’m coming.” She moans, as if I can’t tell.

She sits up, arching back, and tweaks her nipples, biting her lip as spasm after delicious spasm washes over her. One hand ghosts over her stomach, dipping between her legs as she fingers her clit, prolonging her pleasure. I’m so turned on watching her I ignore the signs of my own orgasm; blowing my load sooner than I planned.

“Oh, fuck!” I hold her against me as I twitch inside her. She milks every drop out of my cock, sucking my strength out with it. I hate intrusions into my sleep, because I never feel like I get enough of it, but I’m willing to deal if it’s Jordy waking me up like this. My thundering pulse slows as she’s lying against my chest. Even though we’re wrapped together, I feel a change in the temperature in the room.

“Jordy?” I push a damp strand of hair from her face.

She lifts her head, her lips set into a harsh line. “This doesn’t mean anything. I still hate you for what you did.”

I drop my hand away, letting her scramble off the bed. She puts her clothes on and carries her shoes in her hand, slipping out the door. “I know.” I say to the empty air.

Jordanna

I did it. I used Logan for sex, and I didn’t sit around sharing my feelings about it afterwards. I know girls do no strings attached, Kassidy’s practically majoring in it, but I’m not that girl. I never thought Icouldbe that girl, but tonight shows I can. It’s freeing to let go of the notion of what’s right and wrong. Now I know what people mean, when they say sex can be liberating. I giggle into the empty hallway, heading to my room. This is what it must feel like to have a breakthrough.

Logan liked me digging into his skin and saying I wanted to hurt him. He mentioned before that he likes to play with pain, but I thought the smack on my ass was what he meant. Now I know it goes deeper, and an unrecognizable part of me liked it too. And I felt high from being in control, making him my bitch. Can I do it again?

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