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)
But the other part is enamored. Completely and utterly taken by the monster who’s triggering these emotions in me.
That part wants to see where this is going and how far I’ll fall.
How hard it will be.
The closest I’ve been to this was with Brian from high school. He was nice and I convinced myself that I liked him, but the moment he touched me, I realized just how much I’d fooled myself into wanting something I didn’t.
The brief encounter felt explorative, innocent, and mild. And that’s when I discovered those weren’t my flavor.
In contrast, there’s nothing innocent about Landon. His touch is claiming, savage, and nonnegotiable.
I’m literally being held by a beast who wouldn’t know what explorative or mild is, even if it hit him in the face.
And my body is reacting to it.
Damn me and my damaged brain.
“You’re trembling.” He buries his nose in my hair and ribbons, inhaling me while continuing his path. “Will you also be trembling while riding my cock? Or when I mess up these soft thighs with my cum?”
The temperature shoots up to three digits so fast, I’m whiplashed. I grab onto his shoulder to push him away, but I end up digging my fingers into his bicep as he slides his middle finger against my folds over my panties.
“So wet and throbbing, my little muse.” His finger strokes again, this time finding my clit.
I don’t know if it’s because of all the time I’ve been sitting on his lap or the fact that his touch has awakened a side of me I don’t recognize, but a needy sound leaves my throat.
“Impatient, too.” He slaps my pussy over the wet panties. “Your cunt is so pleased to meet my fingers, it’s soaking for my touch.”
I can feel the wetness seeping through as he circles my clit, and just when I fall for the feeling, he slaps my pussy again.
A gasp echoes in the air, but it’s interrupted when he pushes my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers inside me all at once.
The intrusion makes my legs shake so hard, I’d fall over if it weren’t for his steel arm around my waist.
He drives in and out a few times with a calculated rhythm. “So messy. We’re going to have to stretch this tight cunt a bit further so it’s ready for my cock.”
I don’t reply. All I can do is hold on to him as he scissors his fingers inside me. And then he angles his thigh and adds pressure to my starving clit with his thumb.
An electric shock shoots through my limbs. My toes curl and my body spasms in a series of involuntary reactions. It’s so sudden and powerful that I momentarily disconnect from my physical world.
As I’m coming down from the high, my limbs are numb, but Landon still has his fingers inside me.
He releases my waist and pulls one of my blue ribbons, forcing me to face him. I don’t even want to think about what my face looks like right now. I just want to run away and hide from the intense emotions I just experienced.
Landon, however, doesn’t seem to have the same plan. He licks the corner of my eye where involuntary moisture escaped and grins. “Now, you’ll shatter on my fingers all over again while looking at me.”
The bitter taste of panic fills my throat. What the hell did I just let him do?
Wait. Did I even allow him to?
You didn’t say no, idiot. You didn’t even push him away.
So I do. With all the strength I have, I punch him in the chest so hard, the chair squeaks beneath him. After I untangle myself from his hold, I do the one thing I should’ve done when I first saw Landon today.
I run.
His laughter echoes behind me like a dark, sinister promise.
11
LANDON
“Are you kicking me out of my own house?” Remi exclaims like the drama king he is.
Rumor has it he got dropped on his head as an infant and never recovered the lost neurons.
He’s chaotic, and not in the good, anarchy-filled sense. But more like a caricature with nothing inside his skull but the need to shag and serve as the group’s comedic relief.
He’s a good support in certain situations, but this one definitely doesn’t belong on the list.
He, Bran, and I are in the living room where they’re waiting for Match of the Day and a much-anticipated premier league game.
My brother occupies the sofa, wearing Chelsea colors and a matching bandana. Our family members are traditional gunners, and my father used to play for Arsenal a long time ago, but Bran chose to root for a rival club. Out of all the important things he could choose to rebel on, he ended up with such a lousy one. And Dad actually chooses to be slightly offended, as if this whole thing means a fuck. Pretty sure King Enterprises owns shares in both clubs.