Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
It all comes down to wearing the appropriate mask in the right situation and with the right people.
It still bores me to tears, though.
People as a concept have only one merit—the ability to be used. Other than that, they’re a brainless, rotten species that I like to pretend I don’t belong to.
Finally, I leave the charade of pretending I give a fuck about their fangirling and fanboying.
I grab a coffee from the nearest coffee shop, making sure I tell the owner she looks like Princess Diana on her wedding day. Complete nonsense that she gobbles up without a hint of doubt.
Then I consume my three-shot espresso in one go and dunk the cup in the bin.
My brain restarts in quick overdrive, ready for whatever I dish his way. Yes, I know too much caffeine isn’t healthy, but I’m not beneath using crutches when I need an extra boost.
Whether it’s cigarettes, coffee, or sex.
I slide into my McLaren and check my phone. After I left last night, I sent Mia a very sweet good night text.
Landon: My cock is pleased to make the acquaintance of your wet little mouth and he can’t wait to meet your cunt after my fingers made a compelling recommendation.
Landon: Oh, and good night. Have an erotic dream of me plowing into your tight little hole.
Unsurprisingly, she didn’t reply at the time.
Now, however, I find a text from her. She sent it about fifteen minutes ago, during the time I was playing my Prince Charming role to perfection.
Mia: Oh, I did dream of you all right. You were hanging from a tree by the balls and I snipped your dick off *scissors emoji* I’d be careful if I were you. My dreams usually come true.
I throw my head back in genuine laughter. This girl is, by all accounts, the most entertaining thing since playing chess with Eli or Uncle Aiden.
Maybe even more so.
Landon: Point is, you still dreamt of me. You like me that much, huh?
Her reply is immediate. Something rare.
I’m breaking that wall, brick by each brick. Once I’m done, my muse will be fully mine.
Mine to own.
Mine to use.
Mine to destroy.
Mia: The delusional police called. You’re under arrest for spreading fake news. In case that wasn’t clear, you’re the last person on earth I’d like.
Landon: And yet you choked on my cock like a good girl.
The dots appear and disappear, but her reply doesn’t come.
Landon: Lost for words?
Mia: More like I’m deciding which voodoo doll of you should I bake in the microwave.
Landon: You’re even making voodoo dolls of me. The obsession is cute. Speaking of cute, are you up to sucking my cock again? I loved your little licks and amateurish attempt at blowing me. The innocence show was such a turn-on.
Mia: No.
Landon: Does that mean you prefer I stick my cock in one of your other holes? Perhaps both?
Mia: Seriously, you need to chill for one fucking second.
Landon: Is that a no?
Mia: Of course it’s a no.
Landon: Pity. You’re missing out on my porn-worthy sex drive. Will try again tomorrow when you’re in a better mood. In the meantime, want to come over?
Mia: To your funeral? Sure. I’ll wear my worst black dress and throw a dead rat in your grave when no one is looking.
I laugh again. I can almost imagine her doing exactly that with a sly grin on her face.
She’s definitely a menace, and I’m loving every second of it.
Landon: That’s tempting, but I meant to come over to the haunted house and model for me.
Mia: No, thanks.
Landon: Your resistance is amusing to a degree, but don’t overdo it, because I could and would crush you once the right circumstances arise. Don’t make the mistake of provoking me again. We both know how it ended up the last few times.
Mia: *Middle finger emoji*
Landon: Very well.
Looks like we’re doing it my way, after all.
I’m about to throw my phone away when she sends another text.
Mia: Just what the hell do you want from me, Landon? Leave me alone.
Landon: No can do. And as for what I want, the answer is simple. I want your soul, little muse.
14
MIA
I tiptoe to where a familiar figure is standing by the corner of the kitchen, the only sound is the swishing of my boot chains.
Maya is completely oblivious to my presence, despite having the advantage of our twin instinct.
Her fingers clutch the wall as she hides her body and peeks around the corner, spying on God knows who.
We came over to the Heathens’ mansion for dinner and I just finished catching up with Niko and Kill, but that ended when my brother threw us out of his room so he could sleep.
On the balcony.
With his body on the chair and his feet on the railing.
Half naked.
He’s my brother, but he’s weird as fuck. I don’t remember the last time I saw him sleeping properly in a bed.