Page 87 of Broken Princess

Iwas nervous about Jordanna meeting my brother and sister. She won Ava over quickly. But Hunter was suspicious of her, and I know it’s because I’ve never brought a girl around him before, at least not one he hasn’t known since birth.

He’s used to Tabitha, she’s like a big sister to him, and he’s seen Bella at various functions over the years even though she can’t be bothered to talk to him. Everyone else is an employee of dad’s or a daughter of one of his associates and at eight, Hunter already understands that our interactions are business driven. So to have Jordanna say that we’re friends. That had to be a lot for him to take in.

I fully expected him to challenge her on the friend thing, but then she asked him to explain McKay Sibling Day. Not me, not one of the other adults. She treated him like he was mature enough to answer questions, and that was the best thing she could have done.

So many times people overlook him because he’s not the firstborn boy. He’s eight, but that doesn’t mean he’s an idiot. Hunter’s smart and observant and he deserves to be seen and heard. I don’t know how Jordanna recognized that he needed that, but she did. Which had him warming up to her before I told him my secret.

Not that it’s really a secret. Showing up with Jordanna was a statement. One my parents recognize means she’s important to me. She’s stretched out on the bed at my studio, staring at me as if she’s trying to read my thoughts. She’s been doing that a lot. I hate that she thinks she has to study as if I’m holding something back. I’m not, and if she wants to know something, all she has to do is ask.

I kiss her, softly brushing my lips back and forth against hers. The other times we’ve been together, we’ve been in a hurry.I’vebeen in a hurry. Today, I’m taking my time, relearning every inch of her body. My hand grazes across her side where the tattoo is. I tamp down the urge to gloat about how many times I’ve seen it, and I didn’t have to pin her down to do it.

Kissing a slow path down her stomach, I rest my chin right below her belly button, peaking up at her I say, “I wanna show you something.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already seen everything you have to show me.”

“No, you haven’t.”

She sits up on her elbows. Peering down at me through squinted lids. “Are you back to keeping secrets from me, Logan?”

“Only the best kind.”

She considers my response for a second, then nods. “Okay, show me.”

I reach down to retrieve an ice cube from the glass I brought over earlier. I slip it into my mouth before continuing my trail of kisses down to the juncture between her thighs. The tip of my tongue slips through the hole in the cube. I use it to push the ice inside her sugary walls.

She hisses, as if scalded by hot water. I quickly follow that cube with another and another until they’re pushing at her opening. “Keep them in Jordy.”

“I don’t know if I can.” She moans, shifting against the sheets.

“You can. Clench your muscles, and hold them tight, the way you do my cock.”

Settling my mouth over her clit, I lave it with my tongue. Her heels dig into the bed, her quads and stomach straining with the effort it takes not to let her pussy muscles relax. I add another cube with my finger, and lap up the water dripping down her legs, along with her arousal. I’m enjoying the sounds she’s making. Part plea, part curse.

Grabbing the final cube, I slide it in slow teasing circles around her nipples, using my tongue to lick up the drops.

She groans as I slowly inch inside her. My strokes are unhurried, even though all I want to do is slam home. This is just a taste of how she has me feeling. Always on the edge of coming apart.

She grips then releases her walls around my shaft as she rocks her hips up, taking me deeper. I inch out again, chuckling because she thought she could provoke a response from me.

Just when she’s getting used to soft, I push in hard, twice. Then back off again.

“You’re being a tease.” Her body shakes underneath me, her synapses fried from being overstimulated. “Stop torturing me.”

Nipping her lips, I say, “I haven’t started torturing you yet.”

“Then stop acting like you’re still trying to break me in and get on with it.”

Did she just say what I think she did? Leaning up, I look into her eyes. “Jordy?”

“You keep telling me that there’s more to you than I know. Let me see you.The real you.” She takes one of my hand in hers and lifts it.

“Fuck,”I groan when she presses my hand against her throat. We’ve gone at it hard before, but it wasn’t even a taste of what I could do to her.This.This is like playing Russian roulette.

I tighten my hold around her neck, getting off on the flush of her skin and the feel of her throat fighting to expand for air in my hand. This time is different. Or at least Iwantthings to be different. I want to be the man she deserves. Loving and caring and gentle. But Jordy’s trying to drag me one fuck at a time back towards hell. She’s skating the edge of the line that leads to the dark side. Her subtle demands for me to go harder fuels my addiction to the extreme, testing the tenuous hold I have on my control.

“Jordy.” I grunt. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” It’s a testament to how much I care that I even recognize it’s a possibility. Her reaction is wholly unexpected.

“Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me like you hate me.”

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