Page 90 of Broken Prince
His eyes search mine. “You’re not mad? You don’t hate me?”
The wounded look in his eyes has my heart clenching. “No, Logan, I don’t hate you.”
He stares off, blinking. “Fuck, I think I’m still drunk,” he whines, his body collapsing on top of me.
Logan uses his arms to keep his weight off me as he tucks his face into my neck. He kisses my throat, and my eyes flutter closed. “It was a good dream, Siren.” I shiver at the use of the nickname that I haven’t heard in a while. “So damn good. I don’t want it to be a dream, though. I want it to be real. I want you to be mine. Please,” he begs. “Say you will be mine? I need you, Laney, so damn bad.”
I squeeze my burning eyes shut. I can’t tell him that even though I really fucking want to.
So I say nothing as he continues to kiss my throat. I feel him getting hard again, his cock that’s coated in our releases rubbing against my sensitive folds. “I want you so fucking bad, Laney. Need you like I need air.”
In my mind, I’m begging him to shut up. Does he know just how much my heart is breaking right now.
I should push him off, tell him no because it’s only going to lead to pain. But I can’t. I can’t crush him right now, not while he’s still so upset about last night.
His lips find mine, and all the fight in me drifts away. I moan against his lips as he nips and sucks at mine. Letting my legs fall apart, he groans as his cock slips back inside me.
I gasp, my back arching as he starts to fuck me in earnest.
“So fucking perfect,” he grunts. “Need you,” he pants against my lips before kissing me again.
It’s needy and full of hunger. One hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer so I can kiss him long and deep as the other claws at his back.
I’m on fire, my core burning with need. He feels so good inside me like he’s meant to be there.
I pray he doesn’t feel the tears falling from the corner of my eyes as he fucks me into the mattress.
He pounds into me like he can’t get enough, like if he doesn’t, I’ll be gone. Little does he know just how true that will end up being.
I’m not going to think about that. Right now, I need to be in this moment with Logan.
My body comes alive, my heart tearing open for this man. Nothing else matters in this moment, just him and me.
“Fuck, Laney,” he growls, bringing his lips to my throat. I cry out as he bites down, then sucks the tender flesh. “You make me crazy. You make me want to do all the things I’ve been too afraid to try. Like if I’m with you, everything will work out.”
“Shut up,” I manage to grind out, pushing him over with all my strength until I’m the one on top.
Tossing my head back, I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at him as I ride him hard.
“You're fucking gorgeous, Siren,” he groans as my cunt strangles his cock. “How can you even be real?”
He reaches up and plays with my pebbled nipples. I moan as he pinches and pulls them, rocking my hips faster.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, head back, eyes closed, still not wanting to meet his gaze.
That's not good enough for him because he slaps my ass and tugs at my nipple. “Eyes on me, Siren,” he growls. “I wanna see the look in your eyes as you shatter on my cock. Your cock. Fuck, Laney.” He groans as he holds my hips, thrusting up into me. “I’m yours.”
Slowly, my eyes open, and I pray he doesn’t see the hurt I’m trying to keep inside. Leaning forward, I dig my nails into his chest, chasing the oncoming orgasm. It’s right there, just out of reach.
The moment my eyes lock on his, it’s like I’m in some sort of trance. There's pure awe in his eyes that makes my heart shudder.
No one has ever looked at me like this before like I’m something precious, something to be treasured.
It’s taking everything in me not to cry because this man can’t be mine. And it’s not because he’s my stepbrother anymore.
“That’s it, baby,” he rumbles, his thumb finding my clit. “Cum for me. I want you dripping down my cock. Soak me in your juices. It’s okay, Laney, break for me. I’ve got you.”
Fuck!