Page 50 of Broken Princess

We rut against each other, my wrists chafing from the leather on his belt. They’ll be sore and red tomorrow, but I don’t care. It feels good to feel something. I feel alive.

“I want this ass, Jordy.” He smacks it. Hard. More wetness slips from my aching channel. He pulls out, reaching between my legs, coating his finger in my juices, before plunging back in. I feel the pressure against my rim as he slips just the tip of a finger in it. We’ve done this before, but now it feels weird. Dirty.Wrong.And yet, I want to feel more.

“Maybe I’ll play with yours first,” I retort. Not that I’d know what to do, but I’ve heard the stories about men liking to have their prostate massaged. It’s supposed to be like their G-spot or something, and letting me do it means Logan loses control of something. With each thing he gives up, the more I’ll own him.

“No one’s ever fucking my ass.”

“Right back at you.” My words are muted by the sound of his hips hitting my ass. My head falls forward, and I arch my back, changing the angle of my hips so he hits deeper than before. I close my eyes, giving myself over to it. His speed quickens as his hands anchor me in place.

“Come for me, Jordy.”

I’m ready. I’mthere. But I can’t make it too easy for him, so I do what I can to hold my orgasm at bay.

“I can feel you fighting it.”

“You want me to get off; work for it.”

He pulls out slowly, as if we’re not in the middle of a stairwell, risking getting caught at any moment. His nails scrape across my thighs. Then he slams in. The tip of his cock bumps my cervix, sending a jolt of pain through me. My hips hurt, my knees ache, and my wrists burn from scraping against my leather binds. All those sensations converge into the warmth spreading through my body. He does it four more times. My strangled cry gets caught in my throat as I freeze in that magical place sex with him propels me to, then I finally come undone. He follows shortly after, barely able to withdraw. I’m clamped around him like a vice, leaving nothing left in him.

His hands massage my shoulders and upper back as I struggle to get my breathing under control. “See, isn’t that better?”

I do feel better, now that I’ve exerted some of that pent up energy. He steps away, pulling up his pants while I’m still tied to the railing, and says, “Any time you want a tune up, just let me know.”

He finally releases my hands, pressing his thumbs against my wrists. I snatch them away, hastily straighten my clothes, and descend the last flight of the stairs pushing through the exit and into freedom.

I slow my escape when I’m sure he’s not following me. A smile graces my lips. I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it a second time, but it was easier than before. And Logan was so caught up in controlling me, he never stopped to think about why I was letting him get close.

Feelings blind us to truth, that’s what my heart did. But it’s Logan’s need to be in charge, his lack of empathy and his dark desires that will ultimately behisundoing.

Twenty

Jordanna

“You’re going out again?” Kassidy asks when I step into the living room.

“Invictus House is having a party. You’re not going?”

“Who are you and what have you done to my roommate?”

I laugh at her joke, heading to the mini-fridge to grab some water.

“Seriously Jordanna. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing. It’s just a party.”

“A party? It’s more than the party. I’m talking about the clothes, the attitude. Jordy this isn’t you.”

“Then who is it, Kass?”

Shaking her head at me, she says, “It’s like you’re turning into one of them.”

She means the BPs. That’s an insult if ever I heard one, but I know her concern is coming from a place of love. “If you can’t beat them…”

“This is your big plan for surviving this semester? Becoming like the people that hurt you?”

“I’m just trying to make the best of a totally fucked up situation. Hiding doesn’t work. Being in their faces and showing them I’m not afraid of them, seems to be the only way I can keep them off my back.”

“Jordy, just because they’re silent doesn’t mean you’re safe. This could go so badly.”

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