Page 61 of Brutal Kingdom

“No. I’m your executioner.”

I’m shoved forward, my face pushed onto a flat surface. The desk I saw. My hands pushed out, extended forward. I go to pull them away, but there’s something holding me flush against the desk. Somehow, he’s bound the ropes on my wrist to it.

“Look, we’ve had some fun in the dark before. But I’m really not into it, or you, so you can let me go now.”

“Let you go?” His warm hands slip under my shirt, massaging the muscles in my shoulders and upper back, before jackknifing down my spine.

“Yes. I don’t wanna do this anymore. I’m sorry if you think I led you on. For the record, I didn’t. I’ve just changed my mind.”

“You didn’t take the out. You want this.”

“I chose my own way.”

“You stayed. Deep down you had to know I’d take that as your acceptance to finish this game.”

I’m uncertain about where this is heading, but a part of me does want this. Wants to be touched. Wants satisfaction by way of an orgasmic release. His hands feel good on my body, loosening the tension and knots. My skin tingles where he touches.

My pants are down and I’m squirming against my binds, as his tongue follows the path of his hands, licking down my spine. A tiny whimper escapes my lips. Molten desire settles in my core. His hand is between my thighs, pressing the heel of it against my clit. I grind against it, reveling in the pressure. His erection presses against me, working his hips, looking for relief. His husky voice rasps, “Fuck, how I want you,” against my ear.

It’s more than the lust making his voice sound so rough. He’s intentionally hiding it. That means he’s someone I know. Right? “Who are you?”

He doesn’t answer. His hands bring me to the brink and then back off, refusing to let me claim what I so desperately crave.

Something hard and cold slips between my thighs. The soft chink alerts me that it’s some kind of chain. He slides it back and forth against my drenched panties. Pulling tight enough to slip it between my folds.

Next there’s the feel of something sweeping across my skin. There’s a soft swish before it strikes. The leather tendrils leaving a sting in its wake. “Gah!”

I wasn’t expecting it, and don’t know this man to let him do this, but I don’t tell him to stop, because some part of me thinks it feels good and I want more. A strike comes again. My hiss of pain turns into a moan as his mouth kisses where he struck me.

“Oh, god.” I don’t recognize myself or my voice when I pant, “I need you to fuck me.”

He rams into me. My hipbones banging painfully against the table, but I don’t care. The feeling of being stretched burns but soothes at the same time. I crack apart, groaning, as I hover in that moment when I feel blissfully whole and complete. Delirious with pleasure. I’m at ease as I drift back to reality.

He unlocks my hands. It takes several seconds to get the mask off my face. When I turn around, I’m alone in the room. Why did this guy just disappear after what we shared? It’s not until I’m pulling up my pants that I realize what I did.

I yelled out Logan’s name. Makes sense why he ghosted me. I wouldn’t want to stay around and chat with him if he called me someone else.

I was careful. I kept quiet and disguised my voice when I spoke. So why did she call out my name as I gave her one of the best orgasms of her life? Does her slip of the tongue mean she still has feelings for me, or am I the one she thinks of because it’s the only way she can get off?

If it’s the latter, I’m glad I’ve ruined her pussy for anyone else. If it’s the former… I’d rather not think about that because it might require introspection of my own feelings, and right now it’s not safe to do that. Breaking my rule and having sex with her wasn’t safe either, but I couldn’t hold back.

I expect her to avoid my gaze like usual when she walks into class, but today, she’s looking at me. Trying to look through me. I give her a blank stare before dropping my eyes to my phone, dismissing her. Or I pretend to. I’m acutely aware of where she’s sitting.

I feel jittery. Wired like I took a hit of something. And it’s all because I’m fighting the urge to go back there and rub it in her face that I’m still under her skin. Not that I have no room to gloat. She’s under mine too.

She bolts out of her seat as soon as class is over and I finally unclench my teeth. I’m on edge. The feeling dissipates when I step outside. I just need to get my head back in the game and focus, instead of acting like I just got my first piece of ass, even if it’s been the first piece in months.

“Logan.”

I bite back a groan when I realize she’s waiting for me. No, no, no. Fuck, I can’t do this with her right now. “Whatever it is, you can tell me later at the paper.”

“This can’t wait and it’s not about the paper. It’s about…”

I stiffen, preparing to defend myself and my actions.

“That thing I told you about. Did you mention it to anyone?”

I release my breath. Okay, so she’s not looking at me because she knows I’m the guy she’s been coming for in every dark corner I can find. She’s worried I’ve told people what she’s up to.

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