Page 69 of Brutal Kingdom

“That’s not normal relationship behavior, Logan. It’s dysfunction at the highest level of the psychiatric disorder.”

“Who the fuck cares about normal? It’s real. It’s us. And I’m not ashamed of it.”

“That’syou. I’m nothing like that.” Her words lack conviction.

“You’re everything like that. Your dark calls to mine.”

“I don’t want to hurt people, Logan. Not like you do.”

“I don’t want to hurt people either. Just you.” Stepping closer, I say, “You’re the person I want tied to my bed. Whose skin I want pink from my hand. Whose voice I want hoarse from screaming my name, while I fuck you hard.”

“You’re such a giver.”

“I wanna get too. You’re the only person I want clawing at me. Riding me. Biting me as we go at it until we both pass out from exhaustion.” My hand shoots out, gripping the back of her neck, pulling her to me. “Baby, it’s you. It’s only ever been you.”

“So this is your charm offense. The minute I give, just a little, the viper will strike.”

I do lash out. Putting my mouth against hers. Our teeth clank, our lips crush. We’re hard and violent, but through it she exhales and I inhale, and vice versa. We’re locked together. Giving and taking each other’s air. I wanna consume her. My dick stiffens, pressing against her stomach.

A car revs its engine, reminding me that we’re exposed. She jumps away, putting her hand to her swollen lips. I take in her glazed eyes and heaving chest. Then the look of shock and horror that she’s let me get this close to her. She shakes her head, stepping away, when I reach for her again. “Jordy.”

“Logan. I-”

Putting my need for her aside, I tell her again, “You want to do this alone, but you can’t.”

“So your plan is to seduce me into letting you help?”

“I’m helping whether you accept it or not.” My lips tip up, thinking of all the fun ways I could convince her to let me help. “The seduction, that’s righting a wrong.”

“So itisabout revenge. What should I expect? An article about me in your dad’s rag magazine, or another art exhibit?”

“Oh, I’m getting retribution for the hell you put me through, but that’ll be strictly between us.” Dragging my eyes down her body, I ask, “How many times do you think I can make you come before you pass out?”

“This is your pitch? Coma by orgasm?”

“Yup. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

She wants to say no, because the part of her brain and upbringing that says this isn’t normal demands for her to do so. But the part of her that I’ve unlocked. The real her underneath all those rigid rules and morality issues wants to say yes and raise the ante.

“We can even make a game out of it.”

“A game? Logan, that’s the problem.”

“Only if we’re not both playing the same one. We come up with some terms. Safe and agreed to by us both.” I see her nipples poking at her shirt. This conversation is turning her on. “Or wicked and agreed to by both. And we lock ourselves away for as long as it takes for one of us to win.”

“Your leader would never let you off the grid long enough to do that, and you’re risking her wrath just by talking to me.”

“If she finds out.”

“Whenshe finds out, because she has spies everywhere. And you know it.”

She’s right, but I’m making progress. I can’t back down now. “Fine.Whenshe mentions it, I’ll tell her I was on a fact-finding mission.”

Her gaze shifts away from mine. She’s still holding onto her anger. I don’t mind. She can have it. I just need it directed at the right person. Our mutual enemy. “Even if you don’t want my direct involvement, I can be a sounding board, as you use my body for other things.”

“And how do I know this isn’t you playing double agent and reporting it all back to Bella?”

“I have my own reasons for wanting to destroy Isabelle Lance.”

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