Page 132 of Brutal Kingdom

She’s pissing me off. I can’t tell if she’s saying these things because she’s mad or because she really feels this way. Either way, I’m gonna make her regret those words.

“Is this man, Graham Holt?”

“It’s not you, and that’s all that matters to my heart and my pussy.”

She’s finally pushed me over the edge. I grab her arm when she goes to walk away, pushing her back against the wall. My hand grabs hold of her shirt and I pull, relishing in the sound of the material ripping and the soft gasp that tumbles from those sexy fucking lips.

He laughs. Literally laughs like a maniacal villain as he rips my shirt from my body. “Logan…”

His eyes are dark, his lips pulled tight. “When you replay this moment over in your head, Jordanna. Remember, you started it.”

“I didn’t do-”

My next words are cut off by the force of his kiss. He bites my lips, squeezing my jaw. Trying to force my mouth open. I resist. His hand painfully squeezes my breast. My gasp gives him the opening he needs to deepen the kiss.

My brain says fight him. He never wanted me for anything other than this. So this is all I have left. My refusal to give in.

As if reading my thoughts, he asks, “Is that how you really wanna play this?”

He pushes my pants down and turns me, bending me over the arm of the couch. He plunges into me.Oh god.No lead up. No foreplay.Just him. He pulls out, dragging his length through me in a maddeningly long stroke, then thrusts deep, hip bones, hitting my ass.

I can barely catch my breath before he repeats the motion, each thrust sliding me forward. His grip on my hair keeps pulling me back to him. I know there are people on the other side of the hall, but I can’t seem to silence the sounds coming from my mouth.

“You close? Fuck, tell me you’re almost there, baby. I want us falling together.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m so close.” I pant. I knew saying those things would piss him off. I didn’t care. I wanted him to hurt, and a part of me hoped it would lead to this.

He plucks my clit. I tighten around him. Just seconds away.Yes.He pulls out as fast as he entered. My eyes pop open seconds before the first drop hits my face. The horrible sneer on his face tells me all I need to know. This wasn’t about us. He wanted to embarrass and punish me. Well, guess what, asshole. Neither of those things apply here. I pull up my pants and use my water and ruined shirt to clean my face before walking back down the hall. I know he’s following. I push my pants lower on my hips and fluff out my hair. With a look over my shoulder, I call out, “Who wants to dance?”

“Don’t you even fucking try me, Jordanna.”

I flip him off, heading toward the first person brave enough to make and keep eye contact with me. He needs little encouragement to put his hands on my hips, pulling me close.

One of these days, Logan’s gonna realize that Iam notthe one to fuck with.

FIFTY-TWO

LOGAN

It backfired. My plan was to talk to her. Not end up in an argument and cream all over her face. She brings out that side of me, and when I think I’ve finally taken it too far, to the point where she’ll only look at me with disgust, she straightens her spine and flips me off. Moving onto the next thing she knows is gonna make me lose my shit. Like now when she’s on the dance floor surrounded by people in those damn joggers and sneakers and a sports bra, moving her body like she’s in a goddamn dance video.

Simon comes to stand beside me. “What’s got you so twisted up?” His eyes are trained on the center of the hallway, and he asks, “Or do I even need to ask? You two get into a fight?”

“And now she’s over there, dry humping some guy after I just had my dick buried between her legs.”

I brace myself for the ass reaming I deserve. I shouldn’t have gone anywhere near her, especially since I was already on edge from my argument with Bella when I got here. Simon shakes his head. “Dude, when I told you she would be here, we agreed you just wanted to see her no interaction. Tell me this, did you at least let her finish, did you?”

I’m mindful that there are people standing around. Any of them could be listening and reporting back to Bella, so I’m careful not to use names. I scoff. “She was too busy pushing my buttons. By the time it escalated to that point, letting her finish was the last thing on my mind.” I’m watching her move against the asshole she grabbed from the crowd. “She should be on her knees begging me to give her a release.”

“Looks to me like she’s going for it the old-fashioned way and plans to make you watch.”

“That’s not payback. I like watching. Remember?”

“Will you like watching her skin get all flushed and her eyes heavy, pupils blown, while someone else finds out how deep she can take it?”

My best friend is an asshole. I glare at him for even suggesting such a thing. I’m pissed off even more than I was before, and I’m ready to grab Jordanna off the floor, drag her back down the hall and make her beg for my cock all over again. Maybe this time I’ll have her struggling to breath around it. “I don’t care that we’re not together. Her body is still mine to use.”

Simon squeezes my shoulder. “Something tells me she doesn’t agree with that.”

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