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)
I try to kick him away, but he tugs me down so hard, I yelp as the world is pulled from underneath me. Before I hit the ground, Landon reaches for my waist, but I slip past his grip and hop away at the last second.
I run down the hall at full speed. Landon’s heavy steps follow me in no time. My heart races and my temperature rises until I’m delirious.
A startled sound leaves my lips when I hear his breathing, but I don’t look back.
Excitement and thrill intertwine and grab me by the throat. Every fiber inside me hums to life the faster I run and the longer I hear the creak of his steps behind me.
I descend the stairs three at a time and skip a few, then hold on to the railing when I nearly fall. I slip into his art studio and hide behind one of his unfinished statues. He stands in front of it.
Our chests rise and fall in a frantic rhythm, but while I’m struggling for breath, Landon has a hand in his pocket.
“Give up, little muse. Your cunt is mine to fuck. Mine to own. The sooner you accept that reality, the better.”
In a flash, I make for the right, then change direction to the left. Landon does the exact same. I release a gleeful sound as he catches a few of my ribbons, pulling them free from my hair.
The statue rattles on its base as I push past it and run to the balcony attached to the studio. I realize my mistake the moment the floor creaks beneath my boots.
I’m trapped.
I turn around to escape in the opposite direction, but Landon’s already blocking the entrance.
He grabs the top chipped frame of the balcony door. His shirt rides up, revealing a hint of his hard abs and the fine hairs perfectly positioned in the middle of his glorious V-line.
His mocking, slightly raspy voice comes from behind me. “Someone is trapped.”
Not yet.
I climb up on the unsteady railing, but before I can jump down from it, I’m greeted by the sight of thorny bushes.
Landon’s scent fills my nostrils and he quickens his steps behind me. I turn around so fast, I lose my footing and fall backward.
A scream bubbles in my throat and I jam my eyes shut.
A strong hand wraps around my waist and warmth flares at the base of my belly at the feeling of a solid body against mine.
I slowly open my eyes and find myself caught by Landon’s soulless eyes.
The reality of my situation clears as slowly as a fog. My upper half is hanging outside and the other half dangles inside the balcony, my feet not touching the ground.
The only thing that’s stopping me from falling and being cut by a thousand thorns is none other than Landon.
My sweaty hands wrap around the metal railing for dear life as my chest rises and falls in irregular intervals.
“A pretty view to welcome me.” Landon slides his free hand along my thighs, stroking, pinching, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
That’s when I realize my dress has risen up to my middle, revealing my fishnet stockings and my royal blue panties.
“Pull me up,” I try to sign with one hand, then point at him and me.
“You didn’t listen to me when I sent you all those texts. Why should I listen to you?” He glides his hand between my thighs and forces them apart. “Besides, I love the fear and lust in your eyes. It’s making my cock rock fucking hard.”
He's a sick asshole.
The most dangerous psycho I didn’t know existed, and yet my body hums for what he’s promising.
My temperature rises to an alarming level and all I can do is burn in the intensity of Landon fucking King.
He strokes me roughly over my panties. “You know what I’ll do now?”
I shake my head.
“No? Well, let me clarify it for you. I’m going to fuck you, Mia. Hard. Like you’ve never been fucked before. I won’t go easy on you or stop when it becomes too much. Not even if you’re breaking and shattering to fucking pieces.”
My lips fall open. Why am I…so turned on by that?
He drags me so my upper back rests on the ledge, gathers the material in his hands and rips it so powerfully, my breath hitches. My panties and stockings fall in shreds, some still hanging off me, and the rest scattering on the ground.
I can’t help catching a glimpse of the fading sucking and bite marks he left on my inner thighs the last time he touched me. I might have looked at them in the mirror every day and stroked them every night.
My thoughts fly out the window as his fingers dig into my slippery folds. “Your greedy cunt is so wet for my cock. You’re going to let me use your hole like I used your mouth, aren’t you? You’ll writhe and moan and show me your erotic little face as I pound that defiance out of you, won’t you?”