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)
Or are they?
I step out of the car on shaky legs. Landon takes his time to climb out of his stupid McLaren, his demeanor detached at best.
I get in his face and sign wildly, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
“Bringing you back where you belong.” He slowly and leisurely removes the mask from around his neck and slides his fingers across the golden decoration. “We wouldn’t have gotten to this stage if you weren’t playing a pointless episode of cat and mouse.”
I shove at his chest with all my might. “My choice to come here or not is mine, not yours or anyone else’s.”
Strong fingers wrap around my elbow and he tugs so that I fall against his chiseled chest muscles. “Your choice ended the moment you walked into my life. Your thoughts, your temper, and the very marrow of your existence belong to me now.”
I shake my head vehemently.
“Denying the truth doesn’t make it any less viable. I advise you to get used to my role in your life, because it won’t disappear anytime soon.”
I punch him across the chest. A rumble rips from deep within him and he imprisons my hand, then crushes it so the fist is flattened against his pectoral muscle.
“Don’t. Your adorable fight turns me on, and that’s not a wise idea when I’m already bursting with unfulfilled energy.” He releases me and steps back. “Now, do as you promised. Run.”
“Go chase one of your other girls,” I sign with more energy than needed. “I’m too special to be lumped in with your side pieces.”
There, I said it.
Finally. The words I’ve been thinking about for days are out in the open. The ache I felt when I overheard him with that Nila. The absolute rage and pain I experienced when I saw him on the verge of kissing Cecily.
I wasn’t even supposed to be there, but one of Jeremy’s men called and told him that Landon was with Cecily. Jeremy had this terrifying expression when he left. My anger must’ve matched his when I hopped in my car and followed along.
An inexplicable urge flows through me. A rush that’s impossible to shake off or ignore.
And it goes by the name of Landon freaking King.
It doesn’t matter that I’ve been avoiding him. I’ve been thinking about him and his texts and his damn presence every second.
This is what it feels like to be addicted, doesn’t it?
But no matter how attracted I am to the slimy bastard, I’d cut off my own legs before I’d let him step all over me.
“Side piece?” He approaches me, his eyes darkening to the color of ravens and crows and expelling the same ominous energy.
He stops in front of me and lifts my chin with his curled forefinger. “I can sleep with anyone on this planet. Hell, I have an extensive repertoire of women begging to suck my cock if I were to so much as look in their direction. But I don’t even acknowledge their existence. These lips are the only lips I want to be wrapped around my cock. This face is the only face I want to be marked with my cum. You think I would put all this effort into someone as difficult as you if you were only a side piece?”
“You won’t touch anyone but me.” Not a question, but a demand.
And yet he answers, “I won’t.”
Simply. Without any of his infuriating conditions, bets, or ultimatums.
“You won’t touch anyone but me either, or we’ll have a very serious, very bloody problem.”
“Stop being so psychotic.”
“Stop being so cute.”
My mouth falls open and the skin he touches explodes in a thousand tingles. I sink my teeth into the cushion of my bottom lip in a hopeless attempt to control my reaction.
His weird acceptance of the situation is enough to wash away the doubts I’ve been drowning in for the past few days.
It’s enough to fill my muscles with a foreign need. A need so empowering, it hums beneath the flesh.
Landon leans forward and whispers in dark words against the shell of my ear, “Run, little muse and run as fast you can. Tonight, I’ll fuck all the other cocks out of your memory.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
The moment he releases me, I speed inside the house. Despite it being dimly lit, some yellow bulbs cast shadows on the worn-out sofa, the chairs, and the unfinished chess game we were playing the last time I was here.
Landon’s steps ring right behind me, sure and unhurried, as if he knows he will catch me. I quicken my movements and rush to the highest floor. I hop on one of the ruined steps, but a strong grip catches my ankle.
I gasp as I stare behind me.
Landon looks like a devil in the darkness, complete with imaginary horns and a hellfire agenda. “The same trick won’t work twice.”