Page 79 of Broken Princess

“Maybe.”

I freeze at his admission.

“There. Now you’ve got what you wanted, and I made you feel like shit. So you can go on and hate fuck me now, since that seems to be the only emotion you’re willing to acknowledge.” He snickers in my ear. “What? You think I don’t know that’s what you’re doing? The thing is, Jordy.I don’t care.I’m in this pussy and whether you love me or hate me, I’m enjoying every single minute of it.”

“What if I don’t come?”

“That’ll never happen.”

I force my body to stop responding, damn near shaking from the effort not to moan, when he pinches my nipples through the top of my dress.

“Oh, baby, trust me. You don’t want to play this game.”

“It’s not a game. If you want me responsive, you’ll have to be responsive too.”

“I am. This rock hard cock is all for you.”

“I want you to answer some questions, or I’ll be the lamest fuck you’ve ever had.”

“You wanna negotiate over an orgasm that I know I can give you? Fine. One Question.”

“Five.”

He drags his nails across my thighs. “Two. You can hold out only so long.”

“Three. I’m stronger than you think.”

“I know what you like, and I’m not afraid to make you scream my name in here. Do you want everyone down there to see me wrecking this beautiful pussy? Two.”

“Fine.” He settled on two I really only had one question I want answered. “Why did you say you wouldn’t fuck Claire, even though she’s your date this evening? And it’s obvious fucking is the point of this show.”

“Because once I’m done, I don’t go back.”

“Never?”

“That’s right.”

“Then why are you coming back after me?”

“That was two questions, we’re done.”

Shit. Technically, he’s right, but I need an answer. “I wanna know. Why are you, doing something you say you never do?” His lips are against my ear, his fingers tugging on my clit. I’m losing the fight, but I need an answer.

“I can set you off right now. So fighting how good I make you feel is useless, Jordanna. I own your pleasure and I always will.”

I shake my head, denying his version of the truth. “Please, Logan. Talk to me.”

He lets out a shaky breath, dropping his face to the crook of my neck. “I decide when I’m done with someone. Not Bella.”

“You saidwe were done. That I was a game.” My skin is on fire and I feel my wetness slipping down the inside of my thighs, causing them to stick together.

“And now I’m saying, I’m not finished. I did what Ihadto do, to win the game, and now I’m doing what Iwantto do. I’m not done. Christ, Jordy, I don’t know if or when I’ll ever be done.”

“Do your friends know that?”

“Enough questions.” He pushes me up and pulls me back down onto his steel shaft, over and over again.

“Why?” The word is a throaty whimper as he thrust into me, hitting me deep. “Whyme?”

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