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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.
“Easy there, mouse. While I’m rather open to wrestling, I’m not sure you can take me on.”
but my brother and common sense have been fighting each other for his entire life.
“So you’re telling me you and Lotus…” he trails off and clears his throat. “And Brandon are friends.”
*hellmo meme*
“Better close your windows at night. You never know what might crawl through them.”
pretty sure this happens in every book
“Leave her alone,” Bran says. “You’re not her type.” “Unless she’s a lesbian, I’m everyone’s type.”
I side-eye him. “You’re an uncultured swine with not an artistic bone in your miserable body. Don’t pollute my studio with your lack of taste.”
“And that striped jacket gives you a fantastic grandpa vibe. Have better fashion sense before patronizing me about my looks.”
Like a blind person trying to discern someone’s features, he lingers and strokes gently. Too gently, even.
As if he claimed me in a different lifetime and is currently taking me back.
Because where Remi seems genuinely excited, Landon is merely mirroring him. I’ve seen Killian do that often in the past, especially when he was younger. Since emotions don’t come from inside him, he’s perfected the art of emulating those around him, namely Gareth and Nikolai. Landon is the same.
The devil works fast, but Landon King works faster.
As soon as he releases my wrists, I headbutt him and punch him in the chest, then I kick him, not sure where, but it sure feels so damn good. He’s the one who falls on the mattress this time, and I mount his hard body and punch him in the shoulder, collarbone, anywhere my hands can reach.
LMFAO
“You really shouldn’t have caught my interest. Now, I’ll have to swallow you alive, little muse.”
The delusional police called. You’re under arrest for spreading fake news. In case that wasn’t clear, you’re the last person on earth I’d like.
i despise when authors try to make edgy eccentric characters only to give them the cringey banter/dialogue of a preteen learning how to swear for the first time
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.
She possesses the hotheadedness of a bull on crack.
“You won’t touch anyone but me.” Not a question, but a demand. And yet he answers, “I won’t.” Simply. Without any of his infuriating conditions, bets, or ultimatums.
Both his hands wrap around my throat as he thrusts deeper but at an unhurried pace. The sound of his cock smeared with my blood and arousal echoes in the air like an aphrodisiac.
“Bleed for me.” Thrust. “Break for me.” Thrust. “Make me your one and only.”
why am i giggling
Earlier, her inner thighs were smudged with proof of her innocence, but I smeared every drop on the canvas and licked the rest clean.
“No…” That’s what she’s saying between trembling noises. It’s not much, but it’s without a doubt something she’s never said before. A word.
I was right. She sounds nothing like the pretentious Maya. 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.
“A long time ago.” I take extra care in cleaning the rim of her belly button. “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.”
Someone stole not only her voice—her beautiful, melodic voice—but also her peace of mind.
“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.”
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.
what more could you want🤷🏻♀️
The moment I comment or even show a bit of discomfort about something, he gets it done. First, he installed new lights in the house so that it no longer looks dark and grimy. He replaced the cracked glass in the windows, ordered new furniture to replace the old pieces, and he’s been buying me gardening equipment. He also employed a landscaping company to clear the premises of any fallen branches and hazardous objects.
Therefore, I came up with the compromise that I’d plant my flowers and he could watch me from the tall windows of his studio. That way, we can both be productive.
At your service, my lady. I am, after all, your favorite gentleman. You’re the furthest thing from a gentleman. Don’t be delusional. Don’t be ungrateful. Thanks. But then again, this is the least you can do for all the inspiration I’ve been giving you.
Surprisingly, Nikolai jerks back, putting the episode of “Punching Bag Landon” on hold as he stares at who I assume is my brother. His eyes narrow and darken and his nostrils flare. What. The. Fuck?
“What Nikolai did just now will look like a warm-up once he finds out about your recent fixation on his sister.” “His sister?” Remi asks, sounding as lost as a lamb. “Mia?” 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.” He jams his index finger against my shoulder. “If you cared to know more about Mia, you would’ve found out that she loves and, more importantly, respects both her siblings. They have a tight relationship, ask about one another all the time, and make sure to meet several times a week. But then again, you’ve always faked your way through those feelings, so of course you wouldn’t know what they mean, even if they were to splash your precious car’s windshield. So, by all means, attack her
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I’m bored. We’re done.
the way i LOLd
“You know what? This is your problem. You’re so conceited and up your own ass that you don’t even notice when others are bothered, suffocated, or completely miserable due to your presence and actions. You don’t care about the well-being of people close to you and even go out of your way to hurt them and sabotage their lives just because they happen to cross your path. If you look up the word asshole in the dictionary, you’ll find your picture on it.”
“For me?” I blink my eyes innocently. He shakes his head again. Kill throws a pillow at him. “It’s her birthday. Do it.”
i love killian
I hold on to his hands as I jump to the music. At first, he’s completely unaffected, but then Kill joins us and pushes Niko to make more of an effort. The whole dancing thing happens due to them shoving each other and spinning me around.
The 3 of them are so cute together
She’s the holiest view I’ve ever stumbled across, and I’m not a religious person by any stretch of the imagination.
“Kill is different.” “In what sense? You’ve managed to understand him because he’s similar to me, so why, suddenly, is he the love of your life while I’m the forever devil?” “Because you’ve never made an effort to love us, Lan!” she screams. “I know you’re wired differently and no one can change your nature. I understand that. What I don’t understand is why you expect us to behave according to the lines you trace, and when we act out, you squash us until we fall back to where you want us to be. You protect us because of your sense of possessiveness and the fact that we make you look good. Bran
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Killian shook his head at me and said he was disappointed in me. Those words hit me worse than I could’ve imagined.
“Can you stop asking pointless questions and just eat? Look at what I cooked for you.” My lips part and I pause before I grab the spoon. “You cooked these?” “Of course.” “Of course? Why are you saying that as if it’s a given? You never cooked before.” “As I’ve mentioned countless times, I’m a fast learner. You’re welcome.”
“I’m trying not to use my understanding of emotions in a destructive manner. At least, not with the people who matter.”
Isn’t it mad that I find peace in a monster?
My eyes meet his darker ones, but for some reason, they appear lighter, shinier, like the sky before sunset.
He slides a stray strand behind my ear and I lean my cheek against his warm hand. “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.”
Standing only in panties, I’m glaring down and holding up two middle fingers. My lips part when I realize Lan replicated my look from when he first chased me up to the roof.
The closer I study it, the deeper I’m pulled into the lethal beauty that stares back at me. This feeling isn’t because I’m looking at myself. No. It’s because Landon’s hands made this.
His mouth is a breath away from mine as he whispers hot, low words, “You look like my favorite masterpiece.”
