The storm once building in my core fires back with a force so strong I can’t breathe. I clench my eyes and my mouth falls open as I moan with my climax. Landon roars as he pounds relentlessly, spilling into me.
He pants hard, his breath tickling my face. My chest heaving as I try to catch my breath, my body is nothing but a mess from Landon devouring my senses.
“You asked what I’m afraid of. What I fear.” He pants and I nod, my body sweaty and sticking to his.
“I’m afraid of becoming my father,” he mumbles, his deep voice vibrating against my back. “Ruthless, arrogant, no respect for women,” he admits. “I’m afraid of letting my mother down.”
“Why don’t you just leave the estate?” I question.
“I want to, but I can’t.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“When my mother was sick, she was sent away because my father couldn’t bear to watch her die. When I went to see her one weekend, she said I’d changed. I told her I was fine, but she insisted that she knew me, and knew there was something wrong. I told her I wasn’t interested in working the estate. She then grabbed my hand and made me promise to take the throne next. She said my father ruined the credibility of the estate, made a mockery out of the Blackwell name.”
“You said she was sick? What was wrong?”
“She had cancer.” His tone is grave, and I touch his arm for comfort.
“My mother loved the estate. She was truly the Madam of the place. Before my father inherited everything, working at the estate was only for those who were skilled, and our clients felt privileged to be on our list. Pimps around Vegas feared us and cursed our name. But my father used our girls, put them against each other, had parties to the point we had more than several girls overdose on many occasions. We had cracked-out escorts with STDs spreading around the estate and to our clients.” Landon looks at me, his face hard. “I’ve worked very hard to bring our estate and the Blackwell name back to its rightful worth.”
“So you were telling me the truth. You took me to show the pimps around Vegas that you meant business?” I question, everything beginning to make sense.
“At first, yes, but then when I saw it was you… I knew I couldn’t make you a working girl.” He cups my chin and pulls me close, our lips almost touching. I was right; Landon isn’t the dark asshole he tries to make himself out to be. He’s actually endearing, and holding a promise to his mother. I don’t think a man could be any more loyal.
“From the moment you ran into me in Vegas, I’ve been drawn to you,” he whispers against my lips.
“I hated you for taking me away from Jayden, but how can I now?” I brush my lips against his, my eyes staring at his with a raw emotion.
“You couldn’t stay mad at me,” he replies arrogantly as he presses his lips to mine, rolling me on top of him.
“What about us?” I mumble against his mouth, nipping his bottom lip
“I’ll figure it out.” He moans, grabbing my hips and pulling me on top of his length. My head falls back, and I groan with satisfaction as Landon takes me for another round.
TWENTY
CHARLIE
I wake to the sun shining brightly and my body sore. Sitting up, I look for Landon, and discover I’m back in my room, naked and in my bed. I smirk, thinking about last night. Happiness is gluing my cold heart into something warm and whole this morning. I crawl out of bed, the ache between my legs reminding me of him, the things he said to me, what he said to me. I want to believe that we can make us work, that there might be something there, but from what Landon says about his father, I’m not sure if that will happen.
My eyes widen when a thought hits me. The folder with Evans written on it. I forgot all about it. I run to the clothes thrown on the floor, shimmying on some short-shorts and a white shirt that hangs off the shoulder. I open the door, looking both ways before racing toward the pot in the hallway. My heart pounds in my ears that I may get caught. When I reach it, I look around, making sure nobody is near before I grab the folder. I hide it under my shirt and run back to my room quickly, my heart slamming so hard against my chest I can barely breathe. I shut my door slowly, making sure not to make any noise. Once closed, I slide against it, falling to the floor with the folder.