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)
“Why would you do that?” I sign weakly.
“If it’s not clear yet. I’m into you, Mia, and that’s a very long-term commitment. I’ll protect you, but I’ll always keep an eye on you so no one else fancies what’s mine. You’ll never, ever, let anyone get close.”
He releases my throat and pussy. An unsatisfied groan spills from my lips, but it ends with a yelp as he pushes all the equipment off the table with a single sweep, sending it crashing to the ground. Then he lifts me up with both hands.
My ass touches the cold table, but that’s the last thing on my mind as Landon rips his shirt down the middle, sending buttons flying everywhere.
My mouth waters upon seeing his chiseled abs and a hint of the snake tattoos peeking out from the slope of his muscular shoulder and side.
As I stare at the trail of fine hair leading to beneath his clothes, Landon’s fiery eyes remain on me as he unhooks his belt and unzips his pants. He kicks them away and straps the leather around my neck.
My throat throbs, but it’s not due to the pain. In fact, there’s something reassuring about this position.
The belt remains hanging around my neck as Landon reaches for a bucket beside us, and I watch with utter fascination as he removes the lid and splashes me with the cold liquid.
I’m stunned.
Completely and utterly taken aback by the action. I can only watch as the oily-like liquid soaks my face, clings to my eyelashes, and slithers down the rest of my body before dripping on the floor.
Before I can ask what the hell this is, Lan pulls me by the belt so that I’m on the edge of the table and then swipes his thumb along my lower lip.
His mouth is a breath away from mine as he whispers hot, low words, “You look like my favorite masterpiece.”
A shudder leaves me when his lips crush against mine, claiming me in a ferocious kiss that tastes of oily liquid and blinding possessiveness.
I can’t help but kiss him back, my body falling for the spell of his intensity, the taste of his unforgivable lips and his unapologetic touch.
A bulge stabs my lower belly and then friction ignites between my overstimulated folds. Lan glides his very large cock over my core in an intimate, highly arousing rhythm, teasing but not getting there.
I roll my hips, trying to lift myself so his cock will slip inside. Lan tightens his grip on the belt and sinks his teeth into my lower lip in warning.
“This is a punishment, Mia,” he murmurs against my assaulted lip. “Why do you think you can enjoy it?”
He slides his fingers over the oily liquid on my breasts, then squeezes my nipples to aching pebbles. A jolt of both pleasure and pain shoots to where his cock slides between my folds.
The erotic sounds of the glide echoes in the air and I moan, my heart nearly beating out of my chest.
I grab onto Landon’s arm, imploring him with my eyes so he’ll end this torment already.
Landon pinches my nipple harder as a reply, then lowers his palm to my belly, then over my hip and down to where his cock meets my core.
“The way you’re begging for it while your face flickers between pleasure and shame makes me fucking hard.” He slides the crown of his cock into my entrance.
I clench around it as if refusing to let him go, but that only triggers a gorgeous smirk on his face. “You want me to fuck you, Mia? Want me to fill my cunt with so much cum, no one else will touch it?”
I nod, not caring if I look too eager for my own good.
Lan pulls out his cock and I nearly scream from frustration.
“As I previously mentioned, this is a punishment and you don’t get to enjoy it. Perhaps I’ll leave you starving for some time so you’ll be more mindful about who you let mark my fucking skin. Perhaps my cock won’t touch you for the foreseeable future until you learn your lesson.”
“Oh, please. You can’t survive without me,” I sign, even though a part of me is starting to think I also can’t survive without him.
It’s a special kind of hell. It’s hard to live with his constant mind-boggling intensity, but it’s harder to live without him.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t teach you a lesson, Mia.”
“Muse,” I sign slowly. “Don’t call me Mia.”
“Tell me something I want to hear.” He strokes the crown of his cock against my entrance.
I bite my lower lip. For the first time in a long time, I want to say this in my own voice, with my own words.
But since I can’t and possibly never will, I sign, “I’m yours, Landon.”
I watch with bated breath as the rage slowly dissipates, leaving a place for an avalanche of lust and savage possessiveness.