Page 90 of Brutal Kingdom

He steps into the room, taking in the women stretched out on the couches and turns to leave when I peek my head out, before darting back into the corner. I know he’s seen me, but I can’t call attention to myself trying to make him come closer.

I’m thinking of what a mistake this was when he turns to the right, taking the long way around the back of the room, finally coming to stand beside me.

“Are you here to watch or to play?”

My mouth feels dry, and my stomach is in knots. “Both.”

“Waiting for Noel, or Sterling?” It’s thrilling to hear the jealousy in his voice, but I don’t want to push that button tonight. I want us both to want this moment because we’re here, and not because we’re fighting for control. That means I have to give up a little something of myself. The truth.

“I’m waiting for you.”

“If Bella finds out you’re here.”

I shake my head, not wanting to hear the rest of it. That will throw me out of the mood. His hand slips under my dress. “Where the fuck are your panties?” He asks, nibbling my ear.

“I didn’t want anything in the way.”

“Don’t do this to me, Jordy. I agreed to your no sex clause, because I want you to let me help you. I’m content to sit and watch you and Bella go at it for sport.” His nails drag across my ass. “Fucking you is bad for both our sakes, and I’m trying to be good.”

I put his hands on my breast, then reach behind me to grope him through his jeans. He’s saying no, but he’s hard. He wants this too. I slide his zipper down, slipping my hand through the opening. “I don’t want good.”

He palms my tits, kissing the side of my neck. “You wanna dance with the devil?”

“Yes.” I grip his shaft, rubbing my thumb across the head.

He groans against my ear. “Okay, baby. Welcome to hell.”

He drags me to the corner of the room, pressing a button, a secret passageway appears. Pushing me inside the next room, bathed in red lights, I turn to face him. There’s darkness and lust in his eyes. A sinister smile on his lips. I lose my breath watching him stalk towards me.

I don’t understand the meaning behind his words until I look around. We’re in a glass prism, surrounded by writhing bodies in all manners of copulation. I finally find some sense, “I. I can’t do this with people watching.”

“It’s two-sided glass, and you should know me better than that. What you do, the way you respond to my cock. No-one willeversee you fall apart, but me.”

“Do they know we can see them?”

“Yes, and that’s what’s getting them off.” He’s standing beside me. “See them, Jordy. Is there anything more beautiful than the human form in the throes of passion?”

I used to be afraid to look at naked bodies. Today I can’t look away from them, lost in abandon. The way their bodies move against each other. Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft. The way the woman on my right has a cock in her hand, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. She looks so blissed out, and I want that for myself. That’s why I came here.

“Mmm.” Logan chuckles against my ear. “Somebody likes what they’re seeing. Should I feel jealous that you didn’t touch yourself when you were watching me?” I look down, realizing my hand is between my legs. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Spurred on by his encouragement and the guys on my right, I continue sliding my fingers through my slick folds. Trying to soothe the near constant ache I’ve been feeling since the day I ran from his room.

THIRTY-SIX

LOGAN

Jordanna keeps finding new ways to surprise me. I never thought she’d step foot in this place again, or search me out to experience this with her. This is my private room. Simon installed the security features, so even if someone stumbles upon one of the passageways leading here, they can’t get in. I pull her hand from between her legs, sucking her fingers into my mouth, before walking us over to the bed in the corner.

I’m happy she’s here, but I need to know what’s changed. “What happened to those rules you put in place?”

“Since when do you care about rules?”

I pull her dress up, leaning down, biting her thigh just below her hip bone. “So tonight, it’s fuck the rules, and fuck you instead?”

Her hands thread through my hair. “Yes!”

Looking up at her, I ask, “What’s got you so keyed up? Didn’t you have fun with Dixon at your little charity function the other night?”

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