It hurts enough that my inner thighs feel sticky with wetness.
There’s definitely something wrong with me. Otherwise, why the hell am I so attracted to this?
“He did, didn’t he?” Landon’s voice darkens, lowering to a frightening edge. “He put his hands on what’s mine.”
“I wasn’t yours then,” I sign with shaky hands, barely able to keep my wits about me.
“Highly doubtful. You were always mine, Mia. We just hadn’t met yet.” He slides his open palm down my stomach, then pushes my shorts and panties down enough to grab my aching pussy. “What else did this Brian who’ll soon be wiped off the face of the earth do? Did he dry hump my cunt? Did you like the feel of his limp dick?”
I shake my head.
“Is that a no?” His eyes darken on me until I’m completely at the center of his attention.
“I never liked his touch. It was too gentle.”
A smirk that could only be described as nefarious curls his lips. “And you don’t like gentle, do you, my little muse? You don’t like to listen to sweet words whispered in your ear while being fucked missionary style. You prefer the kinks and the unknown. You get off on the rough and the fucked up.”
Slap.
I gasp as throbbing pain flares in my pussy. The crazy bastard did it again and I can’t even bring myself to pretend I’m offended anymore.
“Bet you didn’t get this wet for Brian. Did you?”
I shake my head.
“That’s my girl.”
He releases my neck and unbuckles his pants, the sound echoing in the air around us. I barely catch a glimpse of his hard cock when he lifts me up.
My shorts and panties slide to the ground and I’m butt naked in his arms. Letting him carry my weight, I sign, “We can’t, Lan. Dad will find out.”
“I won’t fuck you. I just need to feel you.”
My protests stop at the back of my throat when he slides his cock against my soaking-wet folds. The feel of his skin on mine offers a reprieve from the throbbing pain of the slap.
It’s always been this way with Lan. Pleasure can only come with pain—rough, decadent, and absolutely delicious.
I wrap my arms around his neck. In the descending darkness, he looks savage and absolutely rugged. The fading bruises add a dangerous edge to his already ferocious nature.
And yet I’ve never felt that I belong like I do in Landon’s arms.
My fingers stroke along the mole beneath his right eye. His gaze captures mine as his cock slides up and down my folds and over my clit. Pressure builds in my core and I bite my lower lip so I don’t release a loud sound.
“Fuck. You feel so good, baby.”
My chest aches and butterflies erupt at the base of my stomach, malevolent but addicting. Destructive but entirely delicious.
I used to think butterflies were a cliché, but it took finding Lan to realize I want to feel them whenever possible.
He dry humps me, though I’m not sure about the dryness when I can hear the evidence of my arousal.
Just when I think I’ll come from the constant pressure on my clit, Lan slides the tip of his cock into my opening. My eyes widen.
What is he doing? He said—
“Change of plans. I don’t think I’ll keep my word.” And then he thrusts inside me in one go.
I groan as he fills me entirely, his cock thrusting into me from below. I grab onto him, nails sinking into his neck and the collar of his shirt.
He pushes me so that my back hits the wall, then slams his palm by the side of my head.
My eyes meet his dark ones as he drives into me with the urgency of a madman. “Your cunt is taking me so well. I’m the only one who can fuck you like this. Own you like this. No one else touches what’s fucking mine, baby. No. One.”
His rhythm turns animalistic and I hold on to him for dear life as the pressure from earlier explodes into one ferocious orgasm.
I’m still riding it as Landon pulls out, puts me down, and turns me around.
“Palms on the wall and arse in the air. Let me see my hole.”
My limbs shake and I can barely stand, but I grab onto the wall.
Lan parts my ass cheeks and slides my wetness to the back hole. I squirm every time he touches my core, all my nerves still sensitive from the orgasm.
His fingers dig into my ass cheeks pulling them farther apart and then he spits. I can feel it sliding down my legs, and for some reason, it turns me on.
“Your cunt is mine. Your arse is mine. Everything you have to offer is fucking mine, Mia. It’s time I own you entirely.”
He lubes his cock with my arousal and slides into my back hole. I get on my tiptoes, teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
“Relax.” He slaps my ass and I yelp. “If you get tense, it’ll only hurt.”
He slaps my ass again and I jerk.
His fingers dig into my hip, keeping me upright. “Unless you want it to hurt?”
I must make a subconscious nod because Landon’s deep and absolutely toe-curling laughter echoes in the air. “This is why you’re my one and only.”
And then he thrusts deep inside me. This is different from the toys he put inside me before. Lan is a huge man and I feel every inch of his cock filling me to the brim.
I pant, my head leaning against the cool wall.
“Mmm, I knew your arse would be custom-made for me, just like your cunt. You’re taking me like such a good girl, baby.”
I wiggle my ass against his cock and he chuckles. “Impatient, are we?”
He reaches to my pussy and massages my clit as he thrusts into my ass.
“Fuck, you’re strangling my cock so well, baby.”
His rhythm increases until I’m completely full of him, his intensity, and his raw power. My nostrils fill with his scent until it’s my aphrodisiac.
Pleasure floods my core as he expertly teases my clit, touching, twisting, and bumping it against his thumb over and over.
I come with a long scream, and for a moment, I think this time I’ll definitely say his name.
I don’t.
Still, the orgasm is stronger than anything I’ve experienced. I feel it at the base of my stomach but more in my aching heart.
Why does it hurt so much?
Lan curses under his breath as he pulls out and comes all over my ass.
I can feel the stickiness sliding down my legs and pooling at the bottom of my slippers.
“Fuck. That felt good.”
He releases my hip, and with the only support gone, I nearly fall to the floor. Landon grabs my elbow last second, then lifts me up in his arms and carries me into my room.
As my arms wrap around his neck, a smirk lifts the corner of his lip. “Maybe we should go for a second round on your bed before your dad comes in?”
I keep staring at him, my heart still beating loudly.
I don’t like the realization as to why my chest still hurts.
But deep down, I know that I enjoyed the sex so much not because it’s only sex, but because it’s so much more.
“I’m just kidding.” He grins. “Or not, depending on your reply.”
“I love you,” I sign before I can even think about it.
He stops at the threshold of the room, but it’s only for a second before he continues to the bathroom. “Let’s get you in a bath.”
My lips tremble, but I control the urge to scream and rage.
I knew Lan doesn’t subscribe to the notion of love, but still, it hurts to say the words and get nothing in return.
I wiggle out of his hold, so he puts me down and I face him. “Aren’t you going to say something? Anything?”
He pauses, seeming lost for words for the first time ever. “Do you want me to say it back?”
“Not if you don’t mean it.”
He looks at me with that frown again and it hits me then.
Landon is a blank page in the emotions department. He’s an emulator and a master adapter. None of the sentimental feelings are his own.
And I just demanded that he feel an emotion he absolutely can’t.
“Forget it,” I sign. “Those words were said in an emotion high and didn’t mean anything.
I go to the bathroom and close the door.
Then I slide to the floor and cover my face with my hands.
I always thought I’d be okay as long as Landon was a decent human being who didn’t just get off on violence and anarchy.
But now, I can only watch my heart bleed as I realize I want more.
I want the love he’ll never be able to give me.