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I’m nothing but a warm hole he’s using for the physical climax. Just like he’s nothing but a dick I’m using for my own pleasure.
Landon lifts one hand from my throat and wipes the wetness, then brings it to his lips as he whispers, “You’re becoming a dangerous addiction, little muse.”
Imagine—me behind bars? The blasphemy.
cracks I filled with clay after Mia was shivering a few weeks ago.
I smeared every drop on the canvas and licked the rest clean.
Her voice is lower, softer, and possibly the only voice I’d listen to on repeat. Over and over.
Mia speaks two words in her sleep and I’m ready to impregnate her with my fucking child so she’ll have no way out.
My knees rest on either side of her as I throw one of her legs over my shoulder
I jerk myself a few times, using her stickiness on my palm as lube, then slowly slide inside her welcoming heat.
I’ve never believed in fate, but I’m so sure this little muse was made for me.
Mia is a piece of art when she’s orgasming.
“To answer your question, that was, as we agreed, demonstrating one of my kinks.” I grin. “Somnophilia for the win.”
What am I if not a caring gentleman?
“Bran came into my room without light in his eyes, and when I asked him what had happened, he also said nothing. And yet he hasn’t been the same since. So I have deep trust issues with the word nothing.”
“Is it related to whoever took your voice?”
Someone stole not only her voice—her beautiful, melodic voice—but also her peace of mind.
“Either I get my voice back or I die.”
“Complete nonsense. The only ultimatum is that you’ll get your voice back and kill him. I can make it happen. All you have to do is ask.”
I’m irrevocably bewitched by that soft voice and I refuse to believe that was the last time I’ll hear it.
this feeling of complete abandon and being slightly forced into giving up control.
A psycho artist with a taste for everything forbidden and wrong.
Whenever we get together, he has my Frappuccino waiting for me, just the way I like it. He also helps with my presentations sometimes, even though we have completely different majors.
Every night, after he fucks me to within an inch of my life, he makes sure I’m well-fed and hydrated. He also has a surprisingly consistent aftercare routine where he wipes me clean and even massages my whole body as I fall into a deep sleep.
The moment I comment or even show a bit of discomfort about something, he gets it done.
Will these satisfy your green-thumb kink?
Lan always busies himself with his unfinished statues as soon as he’s cleaned me up and thrown his shirt or hoodie at me. And while I’m thankful for the downtime, he can literally go on sculpting for hours—once, it was over five hours.
At your service, my lady. I am, after all, your favorite gentleman.
I’m many things, but a background character isn’t in my repertoire of functions.
Not to brag, but I’m probably his favorite Sokolov, maybe even more so than Niko.
All psychos are arrogant assholes who think the world revolves around their inflated egos.
“Be right back. I’m going to cry into my pillow.”
He gulps his glass of beer and kisses the top of my head. “Stay out of this, Mia.” He kisses Maya’s head as well. “Don’t cause any trouble.”
Due to the noticeable absence of my newest favorite toy, I had to content myself with beating up her brother.
Ava and I have an easygoing relationship. I help her in bringing Eli down and then she helps me with all my gossip needs. What she doesn’t know is that I also help Eli sometimes. What? He’s still my cousin.
I’m going to kill this bastard. How dare he look at Bran—my fucking twin brother—like he’s his next bitch? My. Fucking. Brother. The Landon King’s identical twin.
“This is your first and last warning. Keep your fucking eyes off my brother or I will claw them the fuck out.”
I’m going to set their lives on fire before they get another one of my siblings. I’m not even over the fact that my sister defected to Killian, and now, this fucker thinks he can set his sights on my brother.
I grin, purposefully putting my bloodied teeth on display.
“Just because you think so little of your own siblings doesn’t mean everyone else shares your sentiments.”
My muse only manifests itself whenever Mia is around and is at its peak after I’ve fucked her to several powerful orgasms.
You’re welcome for the free aesthetic advice.”
There will never be a day when I’m lumped in with them.
You sure about that
So the scar on Landon’s stomach is a result from that stabbing.
Danger. Thrill. Illusion. The monster who can fight the other monster.
Your brother did this. Come kiss it better?
Landon has the fascinating ability to use his own pain as a weapon to make his will a reality.
I’m bored. We’re done.
She poses for a few, but then she snatches my phone and glares at me.
“Hi, muse. Miss me?”
“What reality?” “The fact that you’re not all that. I got a taste and the high only lasted for so long.” I glare at him, then shoot him his favorite sardonic smirk. “I’m fucking bored.”
