Page 49 of Broken Prince
He opens my door for me, and I slip inside. Closing it, he gives me one last smile before stepping away.
Starting the car up, I give him one last look before taking off.
“Holy fucking shit.” I laugh out loud as I drive home, a smile stretching across my face so wide that it hurts. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
I went out hoping for a little fun and some release. Instead, I got my brains fucked out of me and an orgasm that will haunt me for years to come in all the best possible way.
When I get home, everyone is sleeping. Good, because I don’t think I want to bump into anyone right now.
I just manage to make it to my room when Logan steps out of his. “Laney?”
“Fuck,” I whisper hiss. “Hi.” I look over at him.
His eyes travel over me. “Were you out at a club?”
“Nah, I went for a run.”
“In a dress.” He cocks a brow.
“It was sarcasm.” I laugh. “And no, a bar.”
He narrows his eyes. Can he tell I had sex? Could he smell it on me if he were to get closer? “You're not old enough to drink.”
“Doesn’t mean guys can’t buy me some.” I shrug.
I’m not going to feel bad about sleeping with someone else. We were never together, it was only one night. Sure, there’s some sort of attraction, but nothing will come from it, and I’m not going to stop living my life.
I’m not going to hide what I do like it’s wrong or dirty. I’m not ashamed.
His jaw clenches, nostrils flaring, and a small part of me starts to feel bad. He’s mad, maybe jealous?
I shouldn’t like that, but I do. What is wrong with me?
“Did you sleep with someone tonight?”
My brows jump. “I don’t think that's any of your business.”
“So you did,” he grinds out.
“I’m not having this conversation with you, Logan.”
He stares at me for longer than I’d like. Thankfully, he doesn’t press.
“Goodnight, Laney,” he mutters before turning around and heading down the hall to Benny’s room.
I let out a breath before slipping into my own room.
Stripping out of my dress, I head to the bathroom and take a nice hot shower. When I get a look at my naked body in the mirror, I’m shell-shocked.
Now I know what Logan must have been staring at. There’s all these little hickeys littering my neck and a bite mark that is very noticeable.
My hand touches the marks, and I groan. I’m going to need to cover these up to avoid a lot of unwanted questions.
Checking out my ass, I curse again when I see the fingerprints.
“Worth it.” I laugh, my pussy sore but aching with need for more. “So damn worth it.”
Once I’m showered and in bed, I drift off, having one of the best and deepest sleeps of my life. A sleep that was filled with dreams of Kai. His voice, his touch, his cock.