I chant in my head as I take out all the frustration, fear, and completely unhinged emotions on him.
It isn’t until I’m partially spent that I realize he hasn’t even attempted to stop me or hit back.
So I direct my fist at his face. This time, he grabs it in midair and tuts. “Not the face. It’s actual real estate that’s worth more than you reincarnated a hundred times.”
All of a sudden, he flips us back so that I’m beneath him and he’s on top of me. He does it so effortlessly, as if he’s mocking my earlier enthusiasm and the short-lived feelings of victory I experienced.
“Now that you got your violence kink out of the way…” He slides up so his knees are on either side of my head and unbuckles his belt. “It’s time for my kink.”
My eyes widen as he pulls out his hard cock, which looks huge despite the lack of light. And for some reason, my inner thighs tingle at the sight.
“Your fight is such a turn-on.” He slides his fingers from my forehead over the slope of my cheek and then down to my mouth before he pulls on my lower lip. “As expected of my little muse.”
I grab on to his thigh over the lowered pants, my chest squeezing, as is the case whenever he calls me that. His muse.
Why?
Just why did he pick me as his muse?
Is this my curse?
“What’s the meaning of this? Playing hard to get again?” He wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes. “We both know you want me. You’re shuddering at the prospect of sucking my cock. Deep down, you’re begging for all the cum I will spill down your throat.
I dig my nails into his thigh and shake my head. I refuse to think that I’m by any means attracted to this enigma of a man whom I barely know.
A man who’s only tormented me.
But it hits me then.
The reason why my panties are slick with arousal even as he chokes me.
I’m in pitch-darkness and I’m not thinking about the monster. I’m surrounded by black, and yet I’m not scared for my life.
I’ve never felt like this, not even when I invaded Maya’s room and hugged her to sleep.
“Just for your information, I have girls falling arse over tits and begging to choke on my cock like seasoned pros. I’m not interested in your reluctance.” His voice turns deeper, more menacing.
“And yet you’re here instead of going to those girls,” I sign, not sure if he sees much of it in the dark.
But even if he doesn’t see it, he must sense it from my tightening grip on his thigh. I’m no one’s second or third choice.
I’m the first. The one and only.
“Touché.” He squeezes my throat one last time before he releases me. “So how about you do us both a favor and open those lips.”
I don’t. Instead, I wrap my hands around his cock. And yes, I need both of them to be able to take all of him.
After two jerks, I slowly slide it into my mouth. I’m completely relying on instinct here, having no clue what the hell I’m doing.
I’ve never found the prospect of sucking cock appealing, but I do want to give him the feeling he gave me that day.
I hope he’s as confused and mind-blown as I was. I hope he thinks about me for days to come.
Darting my tongue, I take tentative licks. He tastes the same way he smells—like an edge of danger and forbidden fantasies.
He groans, the sound sexually raw. I clench my thighs as if his vocal cords are vibrating against my most intimate part. Landon is the only person I know who oozes such powerful erotic energy without even trying.
“I knew you were a creature of the dark.” He slides his fingers over my hair. “Just like me.”
I’m in no way like him.
“But enough foreplay.” He pulls on the ribbon, releasing my hair just so he can grip it in a merciless hold. “This is about my kink, after all.”
Keeping my head in place, he thrusts all the way in. It’s sudden and brutally mesmerizing.
Everything about Landon is enchantingly dark and effortlessly gripping.
His rhythm escalates until I can hardly keep up. All I can do is let go and feel his feral strength. I’m like a doll, an object he uses to get off without caring whether he hurts me or not.
And for some demented reason, I’m entirely captivated.
“Your mouth is made to be fucked.” He thrusts all the way in and I gag. Tears fill my eyes and I gasp, grappling for nonexistent air.
Does that stop Landon? Deter him?
Not even a little.
Not even close.
If anything, he goes harder, faster, as if he’s on a high and I’m a mere vessel to get him there.
Once I think I’ll faint, he pulls out. His sadistic eyes remain on mine as I suck much-needed air into my starved lungs. Barely a few seconds pass before he grabs my chin and thrusts in again. “That’s it. Choke on my cock. Show me how much you love this.”
His grip on my hair sends throbs of pain to my skull. Not to mention the manhandling that should revolt me to the core, and yet my clit throbs and my panties are soaking wet.
If I could just touch myself for a second…
My thoughts come to a halt when he thrusts with unprecedented intensity. I grab on to his thighs for dear life as he—there’s no other expression for it—uses me to get off.
It’s fast, ferocious, and completely vicious.
I’ve never been this turned on in my whole life.
Finally, he slides his dick out of my achy mouth and I feel a warm liquid on my face. Did this asshole just come on my face?
I’m still reeling from the throat-fucking and delirious with my own arousal, so my reaction is delayed and all I can do is watch.
Landon smears his cum on my face, massaging it on my lips before he whispers, “My own piece of art.”
I blink, still unable to believe the sight in front of me. He definitely looks elated, but there’s also a dangerous purse in his lips.
“You really shouldn’t have caught my interest. Now, I’ll have to swallow you alive, little muse.”
13
LANDON
I have ninety-nine problems, but popularity isn’t one of them.
Due to my charming personality, mouthwatering looks, and genius skills, I happen to attract a lot of attention.
But not all attention is good.
As is pointed out by my vice president of sorts in the Elites. Nila. And by vice president, I mean the one who does my bidding. I only gave her a title so I could manipulate her to the fullest. Like all the other members, her role is to be used as a dutiful pawn.
She’s short, packs more of a punch with her words than her fists, and likes to believe she has a spot on my small list of prodigies.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Nila was probably a good fuck, which is why I remember it happened, although it’s been a few years, and she’s the only one I’ve fucked more than once—as in, once and a half because I couldn’t be bothered to finish the second time around. But that’s about it.
She’s standing at the entrance of my college art studio, wearing a camisole that’s only held up by a flimsy thread around her neck.
Her brown hair falls to her naked shoulders and she likes to consume chewing gum more than air. There’s nothing I want to do more than dump her and her cheap habits into the dirtiest part of the Thames.
However, she’s relaying important information and it’s in my best interest to listen to her. The brilliant Thames idea has to be unfortunately postponed.
I abandon the piece of clay I’ve been working on, stub my cigarette in the ashtray, and lean against the wall opposite her.
“You were saying? And make it quick, because my tolerance for people in my space is below zero.”
She bats her fake eyelashes. “Including me?”
“Especially you.”
She juts her lips in an immature pout but quickly recovers. “So yeah. Apparently, you pissed off the wrong people. The Heathens and the Serpents are, contrary to your plans, speaking together and possibly plotting against you.”
“More fun. Who cares?”
“Uh, I don’t know. The rest of us who will be caught in the aftermath? We’re not trained mafia men like those guys.”
“You signed up for this knowing full well about the possibility of turning into collateral damage.”