Page 119 of Brutal Kingdom

“Still, you shouldn’t be taking any risks.”

He peppers kisses along the back of my neck. “You shouldn’t be so fucking tempting that I can’t stay away.” His hand dips into my sleep shorts, finding my aching nub, sliding his middle finger over it. “And you shouldn’t be pretending you’re not soaked and needing this as much as I do.”

I part my legs, even as I say, “We can’t do this.”

“Baby, we can’t not do this.” He counters, kissing a path down my spine before pushing me onto my back.

The air hits my skin as he slides my shorts and panties down my legs. “Logan. You promised to be on your best behavior. This is going to get you in trouble and ruin everything.” I push against his shoulder, telling him again, “We can’t do this.”

I look over his shoulder, seeing a shadow behind him. It moves to the adjoining room, and Logan pulls my attention back to him.

“Oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me?”

He slams home, taking the rest of my protests with the downstroke of his thrust. This is wrong. In his dad's home down the hall from the woman he’s promised to. The people who can ruin my life. But as he hovers over me, taking me, my mind flips off, my body too needy to care. How long has it been since I last felt this weightless? This free.

“I need you, Jordy. All of you. Open to me, baby.”

This is a twisted life we’re creating. It’s never gonna work. Still, I allow him the space he needs. I give him what he’s asking. Because deep down behind the lock I’m trying to place on my heart, I know I need this, too.

With one final exhale, I stop holding back, rising up to meet him. I grip his hair, claw his back. Inflicting the slightest bit of discomfort. Showing him in my touch, my kiss, my bite, how much I hate this situation I’m in.

“There she is.” He grunts.

He sits back on his knees, grips my hips, elevating them, fucking me hard and deep. “That’s it, baby. Fight me.”

It’s twisted. It shouldn’t be arousing that we fight for control, but it is. Sweat rolls down my skin, my shirt clings to me. When his hand goes to my throat and his hand slaps my clit, I lose it. He swallows my screams in a kiss, but his pace is unrelenting. Tugging and twisting on my nipples before latching on, scraping each one with his teeth. Soon I’m heading for another release.

“One more. Give me. One. More.”

“Oh god. I, I can’t.” I whimper. I’m hypertensive, just shy of it being painful.

“Yes. You. Can.” He punctuates each word with the snap of his hips. He pinches my clit, seconds before his finger breaches my rear. The fire and pain send me over. Pulling him with me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He growls “I can’t stop. Baby. I can’t. Stop.” He buries his groan in my neck. I lock my legs around him as I ride him through it. He finally collapses on top of me. Spent. The wild thudding of his heart probably matches my own.

I look at the door again. The shadows not there, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hear everything that happened.

FORTY-SIX

LOGAN

Bella storms into the kitchen on a warpath. “Do you think I’m stupid?”

I counter with, “Do you really want me to answer that?” Dad insisted I bring her. This attitude she has is the reason I didn’t want to.

“You’re supposed to be avoiding her.”

“Who?”

“You know who. Jordanna.” She spits her name at me.

During the drive up here, Bella gave me a list of things I can and cannot do. Top of the list was not embarrassing her. Numbers two through five were not to talk to, look at, or otherwise engage with Jordanna. “Kinda hard to do in my own home. At a retreat, I’m helping to run.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean sneaking into bed with her.”

The name of the game is deny, deny, deny. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I heard you.”

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