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Another first. Interesting. I release the shell of her ear and whisper, “Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
“Can’t you tell me to walk without touching me?” “But you feel so perfect in my hand. It’s a waste not to touch you.”
“This is where the ghost sits. It’s probably watching us as we speak and putting a curse on you.” “Why wouldn’t it put it on you instead?” “Maybe it already did and I’m a product of its curse that’s tasked with devouring you alive and sucking you dry.”
The sound echoes around us as he pulls me down so I’m straddling with my back to his chest. I squirm when I feel the hard muscle beneath me.
Landon, however, is all man. It’s not about the age, it’s the edge with which he carries himself. It’s the unapologetic way he touches me as if it’s his birthright.
“Keep your attention on me when sitting on my lap.” I can feel heat flaring up my neck, but I lift my chin. “I would’ve if you didn’t happen to bore me to tears.” “And yet I can feel you dripping on my trousers.”
“You’re trembling.” He buries his nose in my hair and ribbons, inhaling me while continuing his path. “Will you also be trembling while riding my cock? Or when I mess up these soft thighs with my cum?”
brandon-king: Beautiful.
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.”
I’ve become categorically obsessed with Mia Sokolov. My mind has filtered the whole world out and all I see is her defiant face.
“Not interested.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head and goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “Mia is the only one I’m willing to spend my precious time with.” Kayden remains still for a beat, but then he unhurriedly stands up. “Very well.”
see what you’re doing.” “What I’m doing?” “Trying to rile me up so we’ll slip back into your territory, and you’d have complete control over the outcome of the situation. I’m telling you it won’t work, so you might want to give up.” A slight smirk lifts his gorgeous lips. “My territory is more fun. Just saying.” “It’s also more destructive and causes strain to anyone who’s not you.” “If by strain you mean coming a few times a night, then sure, it’s a massive strain.”
“No one steals from you and gets to breathe, little muse. I’ll make sure you regain your voice even if it’s the last thing I do.”
Yes. Unfortunately, I’ve become so irrevocably obsessed with the little muse that I’m surviving on the mere hope of being able to see her. Desperate much? Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Fuck you, asshole.” “No, thanks. I much prefer your sister.”
“Because I don’t like to label what I feel for you as love. This”—he points between us—“is much more potent and twisted than mere love. If loving someone means letting them go and wishing them happiness with someone else, then I don’t subscribe to that definition. But if love means protecting and wanting to take care of you till my dying day, then I love you more than anyone has ever loved another human being.”
