Page 36 of Broken Princess

Logan shifts us and I’m falling backwards. My back hits the mattress, and he settles between my parted thighs. We continue to kiss, our hips rolling together. It’s not enough, and he seems to know it. His hand is in my pants, pressing against the damp triangle of my panties. He kisses the shell of my ear as I rock against his hand. I whimper when I feel his finger slide through my damp folds. I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t let him do this. I have to stop him before this heat between us eclipses everything else. My hand reaches down to push him away. But he’s not having that. He pulls it over my head, holding both wrists in his, and slips a finger inside me.

This is what Will said, that I like to fight and pretend, but wasn’t he wrong? And if so, why am I getting wetter, being restrained by Logan?

“That’s it Jordy, let me make you feel good.” He’s two fingers in, knuckles deep. “Do you hate me so much that you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have my face buried between your legs? Cause I’m dying for a taste. Do you want me to suck on this sweet pussy?,” he asks against my ear.

My head shakes no, but my body arches into his touch.

“And what about when I fucked you? Is the hate you feel strong enough to wipe out the memory of how deep I was inside you? Making you so sore you felt me days later?” I buck against his hand. Getting closer. “Can hate overcome the way you’re responding to me right now?”

It should, but it doesn’t. I want him to finish me. I want this release.

“That’s it, Jordy. I want you to cum around my fingers, and then you’re gonna cum around my cock.”

His thumb presses against my clit causing me to spasm around his fingers. My walls clamp down trying to pull them in further. The cry I was holding back breaks free as I convulse against him riding his fingers until the last shock recedes. The bed dips as he shifts to his side, releasing my wrists. When I open my eyes, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand.

My blood freezes in my veins, and I sit up slowly, eyeing the offending device. “What the hell did you just do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, sure. You just happen to have a phone with a camera in your hand?” I yell, scrambling off the bed.

He frowns glancing over at me. “Jordanna, don’t overreact.”

“What was I thinking? God, I know I can’t trust you. But at least this time, you’re doing it in my face, right?”

“Are you freaking out because I have my phone, or because I just made you cum all over my hand?”

“It’ll never happen again, and if I find pictures of me anywhere, I’ll sue your ass.”

“I didn’t take any fucking pictures!”

“I don’t believe you!”

He stands too, thrusting his phone at me. “Check for yourself, and when you’re done, take those goddamn clothes off and get back on the bed.”

“Are you shitting me? I’m not sleeping with you, and just because I let you touch me doesn’t mean I owe you sex.”

He nods, stepping closer. “You’re right. You don’t owe me. But you want me and I sure as fuck wanna bury my cock inside you. Now get your ass on the goddamn bed Jordy, so I can finish what I started.”

He’s got to be high if he thinks I’ll do anything he says. “I’m good, thanks.”

“I’m not good, Jordanna. I want to fuck. So stop playing games.”

I feel better now. I’m clearer headed, and those emotions the lust numbed are back with a vengeance. “You wanna fuck go find one of your little playthings atThe Rift.”

Snatching my things off the floor, and my coat from the hook by the door, I step into the hallway, wishing he had a normal door that I could slam hard enough to make the rafters shake. I didn’t scroll through his phone to see if he took a picture. I didn’t have to, to know his ass is up to something. The messages between him and Bella were still up on his notification screen.

She’s nobody. Just here to scratch an itch.

The blowjob will have to wait. Meet us at the cafe in a hr

Fourteen

Logan

I’m an idiot. I was so focused on proving to Jordanna that I wasn’t taking pictures of her that I forgot to close out the chat message with Bella. I’m not about to share my business with her and give her any more reasons to come after Jordanna, so I told her I was with some random chick from one of my classes.

That lie is just one more obstacle I’ll have to overcome trying to win Jordanna back. My phone buzzes with a status update on Prospectus. One’s from Noel mentioning an art exhibit in the city. Of course he tags Jordanna, and she responds with heart eye emojis.

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