Page 88 of Broken Princess

I don’t hate her. Far from it, but I’m down to play if she is. I turn her over, pushing her face into the bed and slam into her, without a second thought to if she’s ready or not. I let all the feelings I hold at bay when I see her with someone else slide to the surface. My hand at the back of her neck holds her in place as I pound her tight cunt.My cunt.I’ll destroy anyone who gets in the way of me having it. “Did you fuck him?”

“Who?”

Now is not the time to play games with me. Not when she begged me to open the cage. “You fucking know who!” My mind flips through the endless possibilities of who she could be with when I’m not around. Robbie, Dixon, Noel and Sterling. These are the guys she spends the most time with. I can imagine them with her. Separate. Together.

But it’s Noel’s voice I hear the loudest in my head. Convincing her he’ll take away the sting of what I did. Promising to make her feel better.

“Never, again.” I warn, gripping her hips, pushing deeper inside. So deep, as if I’m trying to make the tip of my cock come out the other side. Because I am. “Never again will you let another man touch this. It’smine,Jordy.” She snorts, or gasps. None of it sounds like her agreement. “Say it!”

“Logan…”

“You fucking swear to me right now, or the next time anyone sees you, you won’t be able to sit.”

“You’re gonna spank me, again?”

“Yes, after I tattoo a picture of my cock on your ass.” I pull my hand back, shivering at the sound it makes when I make contact with her flesh. Her walls clench around me. It feels so good, I do it again and again. My handprint blossoms bright pink against her perfect skin. My free hand pulls her back each time she rocks forward to trying to get away. “You’re not going anywhere,” I grunt, pinning her down. Running is not an option. She wanted dark. She begged for this hate fuck, didn’t she?

It’s just a little taste of what I’m capable of, and until just now, I’d pretended I didn’t need it. Spine tingling pleasures courses through me as her cries fill the room. I pull out, flipping her onto her back, ripping the condom off. “Dirty girls don’t get cordial orgasms. They get to bathe in the fruits of their labor.”

The thick white ropes of semen land on her tits, chin, and stomach. My free hand holds the base of her throat, keeping her in place as I stroke myself until there’s nothing left.

When the final shiver passes. As I step back, dragging my pants back on, the red haze lifts. Fuck, what I just did is no better than how I treated her before. Justifying that she asked for it doesn’t make me feel any better. I wait for the disgust. The regret. The anger. I deserve it. She avoids my gaze, crawling off the bed and heads to the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush, then the water running in the shower. When she emerges fifteen minutes later, wrapped in a towel, she still hasn’t said a word. She slips her clothes on then wraps her hair in a bun.

“Where are you going?”

“I have class and then a meeting with my mentor.”

“You mean Noel?” My disbelief overshadows the guilt I was on the cusp of feeling. “Tell me you’re not leaving here to go spend time with another man. After what I just… said.” I almost saiddid.

“Give me a break, Logan. You were caught up in the moment. There’s no way you expect me to avoid men, and Noel is helping me. He’s my friend.”

“Oh come on Jordy, Noel has never been friends with a woman he hasn’t wanted to fuck.”

She bends over to lace up her sneaks. “Your distrust of him is your problem. Not mine.”

“Jordy. After everything, you can’t still be this naïve.”

Standing, she grabs her bag, heading to the door. “Logan, you just spanked, fucked, and came all over me. How do you even have energy left over, to worry about if I’m letting someone else finish me off?”

The door closes, leaving the words hanging in the air. Did she just say what I think she did?Shit.I was so busy treating her like a fucktoy, that I treated her like a, well,a fucktoy,and when I’m dealing with those; I don’t care if they get off.

Jordanna

Logan’s outside the lecture hall when my class ends. His eyes are dark as coal when he sees Dixon with his arm across my shoulder. My friend takes one look at Logan and leaves without answering my follow up question about the homework assignment.

“It’s been what? Three hours since you were wiping my cum off your tits and you’re testing me already.”

“As you said. It was hours ago. I’ve already moved on from that little interlude. Haven’t you?”

He follows me down the hall and out the back door. It’s the quickest way to get to the library, where I’m meeting Noel. I rush through the sliding doors, trying to get away from him, but he’s close behind. My head jerks back when he grabs my bun.

“Hey!” I turn, slipping out of his hold. It’s all fun and games in bed, but we’re not about to make this level of brutality the norm.

He grips my arm before I can put space between us, pulling me towards the aisle beside the study nooks. He rips my pants down; the air hits my legs and the realization that anyone could see us, steals my breath away.

“Logan, what are you doing?”

He lowers to his knees in front of me, latching his mouth around my clit. I feel each suck, nibble, and tongue flicker in my toes. He’s going down on me in the library. My mind says fight it, but my body is craving the release I didn’t get earlier. It’s wrong. It’ssowrong. This is exactly the type of voyeuristic shit he was trying to get me into before.

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