Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Landon

Listen to Is This Love?

by Whitesnake

T he moment I asked the question, I regretted it.

Adam had cast a spell on me. I’d come over to specifically settle this push and pull between us but had no idea he’d completely claim me; own me; fuck me the way I’d secretly dreamed. The contrast between his humiliating demand I crawl to him and the sheer gentleness of his touch right now made my head spin. I was obsessed with the way he made me feel.

I was becoming obsessed with every part of Adam. He scared the hell out of me.

I want you to feel safe with me but I also want you to shake with fear.

His vow floated through my mind and reminded me I’d wanted this. I was helpless when he spoke in that rough, commanding voice. No matter what he asked, I longed to fulfill the need, for both him and myself. I’d read about submissive tendencies in some erotic romances, but never believed I’d fully bloom under those dynamics.

Yet, Adam created a fire inside that only he could quench. He’d shared his body with me completely, along with his secrets. He’d trusted me to care for both of them.

But love?

Was this love? I’d always believed love was gentle and kind. Built on respect and trust and a shared goal of a future.

This type of love cut me into pieces and put me back together. It was too raw, too loud, too messy to be the type I believed in. But right now, if Adam forced me to tell the truth, I would admit it.

I loved him this way. My way. The wrong way.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

He stilled for a few moments, then continued to squeeze the washcloth over my breasts, allowing trickles of warm water to cleanse and tease my hard nipples. His erection settled between my buttocks, poised in the entrance of my pussy. With every shift in the tub, his dick bumped against my clit, making me want more. I’d become a needy, writhing whore for him, just like he’d promised.

“Are you asking if I love you, Landon?”

My cheeks burned in humiliation. I wanted to get out of the tub and stalk away in pride, but we’d come too far tonight for me to fall back now. Not after kissing his scars. Not after giving him every part of my body, inside and out. “No. I don’t need those words now. What we have is enough.”

I meant it, even though the future was messy and I had no idea how to navigate us.

I felt him relax. He wasn’t ready to define what we were either. We’d done enough for tonight to put that question to the side.

“I think the intensity is a part of who we both are. I felt it the moment I looked at you, but you chose Max. The only way I could deal was to turn that chemistry into hate. I needed to lock you up in a box in my head and keep you there.”

“It was easy to choose Max,” I admitted. “He was what I knew. What I was comfortable with. I loved him in my own way.”

“I know. I’m not jealous of that part. It was imagining his hands all over your body, his tongue in your mouth, his gaze watching while you came. When I pictured the scene, I felt like ripping him apart.”

It was the first time he admitted his jealousy. The truth both thrilled and shamed me. “You never let anyone see it. Even me. I thought you despised me.”

“Oh, I did. And Max. Yet, both of you are an important part of my life I couldn’t let go. We are a fucked up, incestuous group.”

I laughed. His arms wrapped around me and held tight. “I know. I need them, too. We have to make them understand. Even Max.”

“I’ll talk to him. Take the hit. Either before I leave for LA or right after. When do you start filming for Dumped ?”

I didn’t hear any tinge of mockery in his voice. “Two weeks.”

“Exactly when I leave.”

Silence settled other than the gentle movement of water as Adam shifted position, cupping his hands over my breasts and playing with my nipples. The fiery heat speared through me, and I craved him again. The hunger was never ending, and I knew I could spend the rest of my life exploring this intensity with him, in bed and out.

The thought of being apart for three months ripped through me. I’d kept his trip as a shady type of future event that would never happen. Now, it was almost here, just when we’d committed to each other.

“I have to tell Elle about us,” I said.

“What about Gabby and Daisy?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. Do you want to tell Coop?”

“No. I’m closest to Noah right now but I’m comfortable not telling anyone. Will Elle keep the secret until we’re ready to share?”

“Yes, I trust her with my life.”

“Then we’ll wait. Hell, maybe it’s best this way. We both come back from our break and start fresh. Maybe Max will be in a new relationship.”

I knew he was being positive for me, but sensed he had doubts. “Maybe.”

I listened to the sound of his breath and got lost in my thoughts. Then he asked the question that would set an entire new story into action.

“Landon, I want you to come with me. To LA.”

I twisted around to glance at him in shock. “What?”

His lips tightened. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. I’m not trying to belittle your choice to do the reality show—I have no right. I respect your decision. But I need you to know that I want you with me.”

My mind blurred as I tried to make sense of his statement. “I don’t understand. You’ll be on tour, with the band, right? How would I even fit into that?”

“Lance and Seb are bringing their girlfriends. You’d be on the bus with us, and stay in my room. You’d be part of Unison.”

I shook my head. “Adam, I finally got a tv job and I’ll be filming. I explained that. How can I go with you?”

“It’s only an option. If for any reasons you decide not to film the show, you can come with me. We’ll be together. Have an adventure. Dive deeper into us without the shit and stress around us. We get a chance to see what we are, away from the group.”

His offer sparked both excitement and fear. He was asking me to be part of his private world. But I was on my own path, wasn’t I? I had a thriving career. A reality show I was picked for out of thousands. I wouldn’t get the same opportunity again.

“If I didn’t do Dumped , I still have a job at Red. Modeling assignments. My apartment. You’re asking me to run away with you to LA and put it all on hold?”

I waited for him to get mad and say I didn’t appreciate the offer. I waited for him to wave his hand and say my life wasn’t important and to be his little whore and follow him wherever he commanded. I waited for the rage to hit at his lack of respect and realize what we were doing wasn’t healthy for either of us.

I waited for him to act like Max.

Instead, his hands pushed back my wet hair and he met my gaze head on. “No. I’m simply saying you’re important to me, and it’s an open invitation. I’m not trying to tell you my dreams are bigger than yours, Landon. If Dumped is what you want, I’ll support you. If coming with me will hurt you in any way, forget it. But if you’re having doubts about stuff and a break to wrap your head around things is helpful, come with me. You can write. You can post on socials. Hell, you can take some casting calls out in California while we’re there. I only want you to see there are possibilities. The option is on the table. Okay?”

I sifted through his words and realized he was trying to show me by actions that I mattered. I also knew Adam believed in me. He saw things for my future I’d never pushed myself to reach for. Like writing. Or doing something else rather than tying my face and body to a camera for the world to judge.

It was a lot to process.

I paused. “If I don’t go, you won’t be quietly resentful, right?”

“No.”

I believed him. “Good. I promise to think about it.” Another thought struck, worrying me. “You won’t fuck anyone else when you’re on the road? You’re a rock star now. Girls will be crawling all over you constantly and I’ll be far away.”

His grip tightened around my breasts. I gasped as he squeezed my nipples, and a bolt of heat shot straight to my clit. “Did we not just talk about this?” he asked softly, warningly.

I gasped. “Yes.”

“What did I say?”

His cock rubbed against me, eliciting a lusty moan. “No fucking other people. You belong to me.”

“That’s right. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s mine. And no one touches me who’s not you. I’m not Max. I don’t cheat and I don’t lie. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

In one strong motion, he lifted me up and impaled me on his cock.

I grabbed at his knees; my fingers slippery as I fought for balance. His fullness at this angle was almost painful, and I struggled for breath from his swift invasion. Seconds later, my entire body throbbed for more, needy for him to slide in and out and take me to that place only Adam could.

He didn’t move.

I wriggled my hips but he had me in a locked grip, his muscled, tatted arms holding me still in the water, refusing to give me what I craved.

“Adam,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“Don’t ever question me or my intentions again, princess.”

“I won’t.”

His hold relaxed a bit. He bent his head and began nibbling on the curve of my neck. My skin broke out in goosebumps even in the heated water. It was as if he had overtaken every one of my senses; his cock inside my drenched pussy; his fingers squeezing my breasts, his teeth sinking into my neck like a damn vampire.

And I could do nothing but accept whatever he gave me.

“You want to come?”

I moaned again. “Yes.”

“You know what to do.” I arched back, trying to get him to hit my sweet spot. “Oh, no, my sweet little whore. Did you think I’d make it easy? You get off by my cock only. I’d advise you get moving.”

“Motherfucker,” I whispered, half insult, half praise.

He sunk his teeth into my skin, then licked the wound. I tightened around him. “That’s right. Move.”

Oh, God.

He gave me just enough room to begin bouncing up and down in tiny movements. It was slow torture, trying to go faster but not allowed, trapped by the limitations he set in an awful, delicious sexual torture that got me so hot, slick, wet noises rose in the air, evidence of my greed.

He urged me on, whispering filthy things in my ear, allowing me to move more second by second until I was frantically working at his cock, reaching desperately for my orgasm, pride shattered in tiny pieces around him.

I cried his name in a plea, and he gripped my hips, finally slamming me hard and fast on top of him, pushing me slightly forward so my clit barely brushed his hard length, but it was enough.

I exploded into my orgasm, shuddering around him. He stroked me and called me his perfect, beautiful whore, his good girl, and I began to sob at the intensity of release.

Adam picked me up from the water, wrapped me in a towel, and dried me gently. Boneless, wrecked, I let him take care of me. He tucked me back into bed, climbing in beside me and turned out the lights.

His arms kept me from bad dreams, but I knew with daylight, I’d have to make some hard choices.