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I shift in place, sweating behind my mask. My T-shirt and jeans stick to my heated skin until it’s almost too unbearable.
Wait a damn min!!! Shes there too?????
I was so sure he’d figure out that I stole someone else’s invitation and was trespassing where I shouldn’t be.
Why have we done this???
My sole purpose is to get information about their inner workings, their security, and to gather as much intel about their members and the property as I possibly can.
Why girl
Go for it, random American lad.
Lolol
My spine jerks when his rough, deep voice echoes in the air. “I know you’re hiding. Come out and I promise not to hurt you. Much.”
Eeeeee
Or Jeremy Volkov. Please don’t let it be Jeremy. A sane person would wish for anyone aside from the psycho Killian Carson or the crazy Nikolai Sokolov, but in my eyes, Jeremy has always been the worst of the Heathens.
Oh love
He already eliminated me, why would he need to see my face? There was no rule about that.
Thete are no rules dude
“Fuck me first,” I whisper, my voice so low that I barely hear it. His entire being pauses, like when I slapped his hand earlier. “Fuck you first?” he repeats slowly, almost as if he’s tasting the words on his tongue. I nod. He releases my hair, hand snaking down to the pulse point in my throat, leaving shivers in its wake before he cups a breast through my shirt. His touch is savage, almost punishing as he digs his fingers into the skin. “Why?” It takes everything in me to remain collected despite the throbbing and the dull ache in the sensitive flesh of my breast. “I don’t want to die a
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HAhaa Cecs what???
Landon You alive, love?
ahhh....
There was something so sexy about a man who believed in my potential before I could reach it. Little by little, I developed a crush on him, but due to his obvious lack of interest, I backed off.
Oh jeez girl...
Landon grabs the phone from my hand. Our fingers brush, and I my breath catches, but he’s completely oblivious to the electric war he started with a simple touch.
God shes gonna annoy me
Slipping into my car, I close the door and lock it before I open the browser on my phone. It’s on the homepage of the kinky sex club Landon is a member of. Not even Glyn knows this fact about her brother. I only found out through his cousin and my childhood friend, Creighton.
Girl.... Move on
Lan wouldn’t use my trust against me.
He 100% would
It’s Landon.
No i doubt it
He’s a combination of leather and wood. Maybe a hint of bergamot? I’ve never associated these scents with Lan, but I’ve also never heard him speak in that gravelly voice from earlier, so maybe he has a persona for nights like these.
Or MAYBE its not Landon
“So this is how good girls like you get off. Does being used in the middle of the night like a worthless fuckable hole turn you on, Lisichka?”
Grr
“L-Lan?” I whisper in a barely audible voice. “Try again.” His voice has roughened, sounding absolutely terrifying.
Why would you say that??
“You look plain and innocent, but deep down, you’re nothing but a dirty little slut. You’re ready to do anything to get rid of this barrier, no? You asked for it last night, begged for it, even.”
Oops
My thoughts are confirmed when he stares at me over his shoulder, his eyes still in tune with the night, tapering and shimmering with that mystic darkness. If anything, they appear more unhinged. “Come back when you’re ready to be fucked properly.”
Woof
Right after she ran away from the initiation, I hacked into her phone, then saw the site she visited and the kink she signed up for. I also saw her pictures. The screenshots upon screenshots from Landon King’s Instagram account and any other pictures of him posted by others.
Cecy thats embarrassing
That dull, maybe not so dull, person has gotten herself the worst type of attention. Mine.
A better person would’ve given her affirmation and attempted to lessen the blow. But I’m not a good fucking person.
No you arent
“My favorite. Russian roulette.”
Oh.....
“You,” he says, then pulls the trigger. I scream.
Holy fuck
“I’m not a nice man, Cecily. I won’t pretend otherwise, or I’d be doing you and myself a disservice. What I am, however, is someone who’ll slaughter your demons one by one until you’re finally free of them. I’ll touch your scars until you normalize them and can live with them, because they’re part of what makes you who you are.”
I’ve never liked anyone enough to focus on them, to want to learn more about them, to engrave myself so deep beneath their skin that they can’t remove me unless they cut themselves open and bleed. And yet, those are the exact thoughts I’ve been having about this woman.
Grr
“Kim, love, where’s my grandfather’s hunting shotgun? I found some bastard on our doorstep who claims to be our daughter’s boyfriend… Oh, here it is. Be right back. I’ll shoot him and come back in time for dinner.”
Omg lol
“You’re my perfect little whore, but you’re also my good girl. I’m going to fuck you like you’re both.”
Grr
I wrap my fingers around her throat and squeeze. “I should’ve ended it the first time you called me by his name. I should’ve either fucking killed you or him.” Her face reddens as she convulses against me, unable to free herself, and I can tell I’m going to snuff the life out of her.
REALLY JER???
I let her go.
Fuck you
The one in front of me, in his pristine trousers, button-down, and designer shoes, is none other than Zayn. My colleague from school and another volunteer at the shelter.
Bad feeling...
“Thanks.” I take it from his hand and pause when I turn the lid and find that it’s not sealed. This is the second time this has happened. The first was back at that hotel.
...... No
My spine jerks upright at the tone of his voice. It’s like that night. Like Jonah’s. Was it only Jonah?
what?????!
“Shh.” He strokes my cheek. “Be good, Cecily, and I won’t hurt you. Much. Don’t you hate how we have unfinished business? Jonah should’ve stayed and done what we agreed on that day, but he was repulsed by some vomit and let you go. I would’ve gone through with the plan, but somehow, you got out of the room first and were seen by a few people, so I was a gentleman and even stopped a taxi for you in front of the hotel.”
OMF
The scent of his cologne envelops me like a second hug—leather, pine, and safety. “Cecily…fuck. Cecily! Can you hear me?” A broken moan leaves my throat the moment I see his face, all hard, dark, and murderous. I try to open my lips to say something, but they won’t move. And neither do my hands or limbs. I’m still paralyzed, at someone else’s mercy, but I don’t feel threatened. If anything, I’m finally safe.
Ahhh
“You’ll have to, or I will hate you.” I pull my hands from his. “Smoke.” His eyes taper and deep pain covers his features. “Cecily…” “Goodbye, Jeremy.”
NO!!!!
“I love you, Jeremy,” I murmur. “Am I the only one you love?” “Only you.” I touch his cheek, melting when he leans into my touch. “Do you love me?” “I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.”
I love them
