Page 93 of Brutal Kingdom

“I. Do.” Her words are a broken grunt.

I flip her over so she has to look at me. She rakes her nails down my back as I push inside, resuming my strokes. “You might hate me, but you love the way we fuck.” I kiss her, swallowing her sweet moans. I move slowly, watching her face transform, the first cracks in her resolve appear. I’m too focused on what I’m doing to pick at them, but at least I know they’re there.

“Logan” she whimpers, her back arching off the bed.

Her pussy’s wet, warm, tight, and inviting. I could live here forever. “Not yet, Jordy.” I hiss, pushing deeper. I glance down at where we’re joined. “Look at that.” I’m hypnotized watching my cock disappear inside her. “Who needs to see anyone else when I’m having the hottest fuck of my life?”

She spreads her legs wider and leans up on her elbows to watch.

“See baby.”

“I need. You. Please.” She sobs.

She’s almost there. “Just a little more, baby.” I’m not even sure where all the restraint is coming from. I just know that when she goes, I want her to go supernova.

She’s meeting each thrust. I growl when she bites down on my shoulder and yanks my hair. And there it is. I stop holding back. “I’m gonna wreck this pussy.”

“Yes. Make it hurt.” She gasps.

My thrusts are brutal, my grip punishing. She’ll be bruised and sore tomorrow. I’m getting close. Our eyes connect as I pick up speed. My hand closing around her neck. Her body shakes, her pussy spasms, then locks onto my cock. Her eyes are wide, her mouth open in a silent o. I hold her close as she crash lands, stuttering to a stop. “God, I love you.”

“Don’t.” She says, a broken sound of regret and denial.

“I do. I love you so fucking much.” I start my stroke again, drawing out her pleasure, pushing her to confront those emotions swirling inside her.

With renewed purpose, I thrust into her again, rubbing her clit, coaxing another orgasm from her. I lick the tears sliding down her cheeks, putting her leg on my shoulder, then pull out my cock and take her ass. When she comes this time, it’s loud and raw, my name slipping from her lips, in a deep guttural cry. The sound a soothing balm to my soul.

“Yes, baby. Yes.” I groan, as I finally let myself come.

“You can’t love me.” She says, as I bury my nose in her hair.

“Watch me.”

I understand what she’s saying, but the truth is I can’t not love her. She’s it for me, and it’s time we both come to terms with that.

* * *

“Where have you been?” Bella asks when I take my seat at the table.

She’s been texting and calling since the charity ball, and I’ve been ignoring her. Her drama isn’t my drama, and after my night with Jordanna, I didn’t want anything spoiling my mood. She’s looking at me, waiting for an answer, but I don’t rise to the bait. Where I’ve been is none of her business.

“Logan!”

Her yelling my name grates my nerves. I had an angel yelling it three nights ago. I close my eyes, going back to that moment.

“Are you high?” She asks, trying to break my zen.

Hal answers. “Nah. He’s sober.” He would know, being our resident party boy. “That’s not a stoned face. That’s an, I got my knob polished, face. Good on you, man.”

He’s not wrong. Bella’s face turns red. Did she think I was gonna be abstinent forever?

This is the day when they all have a morning class, so Hal and Frankie leave while I settle in to eat my breakfast. “So which thirsty hoe have you been messing around with?”

I scoop some eggs in my mouth and chew, taking my time to swallow. “What do you care Bella? You’ve never shown any interest in my cock. You should be happy I’m not trying to prepare you to properly perform your wifely duties.”

“I care because we have an image to uphold. No one will believe we’re in love if they know you’re cheating on me.”

“Let’s get this straight. I’m not cheating on you. This arrangement is something our father’s cooked up, without consulting either of us. I don’t owe you shit and until the day comes that we announce our upcoming nuptials, I’m free to spend time with whoever I want.”

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