More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Old houses are the best snitches that ever existed on the planet.
There’s nothing worse than hope. Hope is the medicine of all fools, which is why I make complete use of it in any possible situation.
I’m Landon King and you’re nothing but prey, waiting to be eaten.”
stares down her nose at me and flashes me two middle fingers.
A fucking goddess under the full moon.
The knickers and boots add an edge to the ethereal view.
Does she listen? Of course not.
Thankfully, they haven’t invented a murder weapon that can be triggered by a glare. Otherwise, I would’ve become cooked meat by now.
And they say I’m not a gentleman. The blasphemy.
I lick the inside of her thigh, then bite. Hard. Until she squeezes me between her thighs.
“I’m sure going to have my hands full with you.”
It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
she’s riding my face and drenching it with her sweet taste.
Mia looks at me as if I’m a god. And while I could be in some obscure religions, I’m certainly not her god.
“You might want to wipe that look off your face or I’ll be inclined to think you’re falling in love with me.”
I grab her hand and then thrust that middle finger inside her with my own middle finger. Poetic justice of sorts.
A third nipple would’ve been so nice, but no, the asshole had to be physical perfection.
“And they say chivalry is dead.” He grins like a hedonistic lord. “You should thank your lucky stars for ending up with a well-mannered gentleman like yours truly.”
“You’re welcome, little muse.”
He could easily bag an award for the most arrogant and impossibly unbearable man.
But most importantly, after we’re done, he wraps me in his shirt, hoodie, or jacket and buys me food, namely Italian and Turkish since he discovered they’re my favorites. He likes to sculpt while I’m munching on my food or working on my new mini garden opposite his art studio.
Landon is definitely a sight to behold when he’s working on art.
he got out a brush and used a watercolor—blue, like my favorite color—to paint all over my face. Then he stared at me for over a minute and nodded to himself.
he truly is a narcissistic sadist and an insatiable anarchist.
“Stay away from that one. It’s where the evil twin hibernates before plotting everyone’s demise.”
Art mode looks brutally elegant on him.
Only mentally weak psychos with mummy issues hurt helpless beings, and I refuse to be lumped in the same category as the idiots.
That’s it, Cecily. Get the fucker back and leave a certain muse with no other choice but me.
Seriously, what would everyone do without me in their lives?
My own fucking fallen angel.
“Hi, mouse. Miss me?”
I’m such a good cupid and should be rewarded for the effort.
“Necrophilia. Yum.” I lick my lips at Mia.
She lifts her leg, no doubt to annihilate the family jewel...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“Remember, Ces. You loved me first.”
“Go to hell, you fucking bastard.” “Only if you come along. I’d appreciate the company.”
“Besides, I can keep you satisfied.”
“One cock isn’t enough, I’m afraid. I like variety.”
“You won’t touch anyone but me.” Not a question, but a demand. And yet he answers, “I won’t.”
“Stop being so psychotic.” “Stop being so cute.”
“A pretty view to welcome me.”
“No? Well, let me clarify it for you. I’m going to fuck you, Mia. Hard. Like you’ve never been fucked before. I won’t go easy on you or stop when it becomes too much. Not even if you’re breaking and shattering to fucking pieces.”
I might have looked at them in the mirror every day and stroked them every night.
He slaps my pussy and my hips jerk.
you are only mine to chase. Mine to own. Mine to fuck.”
“You’re a virgin?”
Landon pushes a huge blank canvas from the corner of the room and lays me on top of it so that he’s hovering over me.
“Bleed for me.” Thrust. “Break for me.” Thrust. “Make me your one and only.”
“Your body is a temple for mine, little muse.
Landon looks like his favorite Greek statues when he’s coming—an absolutely stunning god, but cold and cryptic.
