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All my plans come to a halt when my gaze clashes with dark-blue eyes. Familiar eyes. The eyes of my enemy and the target of my revenge. Landon fucking King.
I’m standing in front of none other than the Landon King. A charming god, a genius sculptor, and, most importantly, an insufferable bastard.
Some monsters get off on your reaction to pain more than the fact that they’re inflicting it, so never put yourself in a position where you’re someone’s source of entertainment.
“Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
“You really shouldn’t have caught my interest. Now, I’ll have to swallow you alive, little muse.”
Fucking, like everything in life, is a power play. A means to take what I want and fuck off. Just like last night. Then why did you want to stay afterward, Lan?
“Will do. Don’t cause trouble, Lan.” “Never.” More like I absolutely will.
“Bleed for me.” Thrust. “Break for me.” Thrust. “Make me your one and only.”
I need to put an end to this and sabotage the very marrow of her being before she becomes the bane of my existence.
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.
I didn’t realize how much I missed her until I listened to the recording of her voice on a loop. And I didn’t know I was capable of missing someone.
“Happy Birthday, little muse. Remember, a future where you don’t belong to me doesn’t exist.”
“You went to sex clubs?” “All the time. I used to go there mostly to satisfy my exhibitionism kink.” “And you don’t need to now?” His eyes darken. “Absolutely not. The thought of anyone seeing you naked turns me murderous.”
Was she always so fucking beautiful or am I falling harder onto that bottomless hole?
But it’s too late. We soon realize that we’re both soaking wet. We look at each other, pause, and then burst out in laughter. It’s one of the few genuine laughs I’ve ever had, and it’s only because she’s by my side.
You were always mine, Mia. We just hadn’t met yet.”
“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.”
“Are you sure you told them I was coming?” “On my face? Why would I tell Mum and Dad that?”
Mans got jokes
