Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

Adam

Listen to Never Gonna Leave this Bed

by Maroon 5

S he blinked. Those big blue eyes widened at my command, and I watched her face intently to see how she’d react.

I waited for the recoil. The games I played weren’t for everyone, and though Landon seemed to crave the same type of dark pleasures I did, I figured she wasn’t ready to commit. Not fresh after her breakup with Max. Not when the reality of what I’d demand was confronting her, threatening to rip away the rest of her stability. Not many women could handle the intensity, and I realized I was calling her bluff in order to get her to run. She had to run, or I’d be lost.

I simply didn’t have the strength anymore to say no.

So, I’d use humiliation to push her away and buy myself more time.

“Wh-what?” The word trembled from her lips; lips I wanted to lick and bite and bruise with my markings. The savage inside peeked its head up but I shoved it back down, determined to get her out of my room within minutes.

I kept my expression slightly mocking, arching my brow at her stunned silence. “You heard me the first time. I’m waiting.”

“Adam—we need to talk.”

A tiny frown creased her brow. I had a short window to make her hate me enough to leave in a fury, because already my fingers itched to strip her; touch her; make her come like she never had before. She was here for revenge and I was sick enough to take whatever crumbs she gave me. Talking was no longer an option. I allowed the anger to add a whiplash to my voice.

“I’m not your friend. I don’t need your pretty words wrapped up in excuses. I don’t need you to cry on my shoulder or make excuses for why you want to fuck me. What I need right now is for you to sink to your knees and open your mouth for my cock. Do we understand each other now?”

And then it happened.

Her pupils dilated and her tongue slicked across her bottom lip in pure need. Everything inside of me stilled in both horror and victory, recognizing her lustful craving to be used and broken and fucked.

By me. Not Max.

The words I’d used to push her away had done the opposite, and now it was too late for both of us.

My erection pushed against the ridge of my jeans in weeping demand. I waited for her decision, even though I knew she’d already made it. But Landon would never let me win easily.

Her gaze pierced mine. “You’re a bastard,” she whispered fiercely.

Then she dropped to her knees.

My heart pounded and I tried desperately not to show my reaction. I kept my look bored as she reached out to unsnap my jeans and slowly dragged the zipper down. My cock sprang out into her hot hands, and it took all my willpower not to groan at the feel of her fingers lightly squeezing, rubbing down my length with the perfect pressure. Her eyes looked at me with greed, making me even harder, and she murmured something under her breath as she took her time exploring. I called on a higher power to keep my voice from trembling.

“Any time you’re ready, princess.”

Was that a smirk? Instead of running for the door and cursing my soul, the woman grasped me with both hands and lowered her head. Warm breath rushed over my aching cock, and the seconds dragged by in an eternity, while I waited for her next move.

“You are such an asshole.”

Then she opened her mouth and sucked me deep.

God, she was perfect.

My balls tightened and my body stiffened, brought right to the edge by the first lick of her tongue.

I ruthlessly cut off the moan rising to my lips and watched her swallow me whole. I’d dreamed of her in this position for over a year, but nothing compared to the reality. Her lips stretched to take my length, while her hands stroked underneath, adding an extra stimulation as she dragged her nails across my sensitive flesh. I reached out and thrust my fingers into her hair and fisted the silky strands, roughly guiding her in a demanding rhythm to punish and tame. And she took it all, leaning into my demands as if made for me, humming low in her throat until I had to fight the burning urge to come in her mouth and make her take it all. My hips jerked and she made a low sound of satisfaction, sucking harder as she sensed me at the edge. I memorized this moment to imprint into my brain forever—the naked lust on her delicate features; the stretch of her lips over my cock as I thrust; the wet, demanding sounds filling the air, the press of her hard nipples against her shirt.

With one quick motion, I ripped myself away, registering her cry of protest. Oh, yeah, she figured she’d make me come and regain power. But if I only had Landon for this one precious night, I wasn’t about to make it this easy on either of us.

“You didn’t earn the right to make me come,” I snarled, tucking myself back into my pants. “I’ve waited a long time for this and I want the full show.”

“I’m not your trained poodle,” she shot back, standing up and getting in my face with challenge in her eyes.

I grabbed her, yanking her head back and exposing her throat. Slowly, I leaned in and dragged my teeth across her neck, absorbing the shivers of her body. “You’re better than that, little girl. You’re my sweet little slut, aren’t you?”

She kicked out at me, struggling, but I knew the game and that the fight was half of the fun. “Not for you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

My mouth crushed hers, and I let the beast loose as I claimed her, my tongue plunging between her lips and into the dark, wet cave of her hot mouth. Swallowing her needy moan, I explored and pleasured, drowning in her spicy taste that was so uniquely Landon. Her tongue battled mine and I drank deeply, my hands gripping her hips and lifting her up so she was half off balance and forced to cling to me. I bit and licked at her bee-stung lips, whispering all the things I wanted her mouth to do, and then she was plastered tight to my chest, taking everything I was giving her with wild abandon.

Fierce satisfaction coursed through me at her response. I was a few seconds away from ripping off her clothes and taking her against the wall to sate the awful, sucking need to be inside of her, but somehow, I wrestled back my control and eased back on the kiss.

I studied her swollen, wet mouth, and the raw need in her blue eyes and knew I’d give her anything. Whatever she wanted and craved would be hers. But that meant I couldn’t be weak and take her too soon. I’d wring out every ounce of pleasure for both of us, until it melded into a sweet, beautiful pain that made it even better.

“I want you to take off your top.”

It took a bit for the fog to clear from her eyes. Landon hesitated, as if wondering if she should fight me, but the kiss had obviously forced her body to be in charge. She reached for the hem of her tight shirt and dragged it over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her chin lifted in pride as she stood in her black lacy bra that barely covered her hard nipples. I took my time looking at her, refusing to say a word.

“Did you already stall out?” she asked snidely. “You saw more when I was in my bikini. Can we move on?”

I wondered if she knew how her smart-ass mouth turned me on. I loved a woman with sass, who’d challenge me with every step so I could earn her surrender. Fire flowed in my blood and made me feel more alive than I had in forever. “You weren’t mine before,” I pointed out. “It’s a different type of looking.”

“I’m not yours now.”

I smirked. “Yes, you are. For as long as I allow it.”

“You’re such a?—”

“Lose the bra. And do it slow.”

She glared at me. Her cheeks flushed. She reached behind and unhooked the bra. I figured she’d rip it off fast but instead, she allowed the fabric to slowly drop inch by inch, revealing her naked breasts in teasing glimpses. Finally, the lace snagged on her tight, cherry-red nipples and released. I devoured her with my gaze, noting how the longer I looked, the more aroused she got.

Oh, yeah. Landon liked to be on display for my eyes. I couldn’t wait to see what other things turned her on that she’d never known. My hand itched to smack her ass and her pussy to see if a sting of pain made her wet and squirmy.

“Anything else, your highness?”

She was trying to be bratty but I recognized the tremble in her voice and smelled her arousal. I refused to respond and let the silence lengthen.

“Take off the skirt now.”

I deepened my voice in a command that brooked no refusal. She studied my face, looking for any weakness, but I stared back with a stony glare. Finally, she unzipped the back, wriggled her broad hips, and allowed the miniscule fabric to pool at her feet. With simple feminine grace, she stepped out and kicked it to the side.

Landon stood before me in a black lace thong. The barely there fabric string caught high on her hips and highlighted her pussy rather than hiding it. I made sure to keep my gaze on the tiny triangle of fabric, allowing her to feel the heat between us without touch. She shifted from foot to foot. A pink flush darkened her pale skin. A light sprinkle of freckles scattered over her chest. Her thighs and hips were luscious and full. Her tits swelled under my visual attention. She deserved to be worshipped in all forms rather than dragged to the main event, and I intended to show her how good allowing me to be in charge could feel.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Landon.”

She sucked in her breath, seemingly surprised by the compliment.

“Now, I want you to lie on my bed. Hands up over your head. Legs spread.”

She looked at the bed, then back at me. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked softly, her gaze spearing mine.

I smiled real slow.

“Everything.”