Chapter 34

Chapter Thirty-Four

Landon

Listen to Tonight I’m F—You

by Enrico Iglesias

M y body was a volcano, thick lava flowing through my veins and throbbing between my thighs. The barbed banter between us only squeezed the tension tighter, until the literal air shimmered with a heavy heat and practically dripped with sex.

I’d given a lot of blow jobs in my life but I’d never been so wet I could have come. Especially from servicing a man who pulled my hair and commanded me to get on my knees. It was as if Adam knew every one of my dark fantasies and intended to give them to me, as long as they were on his terms. He matched every one of my insults, pushed my boundaries, and challenged every move I made to snatch control.

Yes, I was fucked up. I was a woman who demanded to be in charge, yet needed a man strong enough to deny me; to make me beg; to force me to submit in ways I’d never imagined.

Had I always known Adam was my darker half? Is that why from the moment we met we snarled and pushed at each other, sensing if we ever stopped, we’d end up combusting?

I shivered and stared at his threatening grin, fascinated by the obvious warning.

He was giving me one more chance to run. He was demanding I surrender willingly. I’d need to lay out my naked body and offer myself up to whatever he wanted to do. It was terrifying. It was wrong.

It was all I’d ever dreamed of.

I was naked except for a tiny pair of panties. I’d never had a man stare at my nakedness like I was his own private peep show, refusing to be rushed into action. I found the longer he looked, the more my skin sensitized, my body melting and yearning at the same time, until I was afraid I’d beg before he even got me to the bed. I loved pleasing him on such a primitive level, relishing what my body could give him by doing nothing but standing still. Already, the power dynamics shifted by the simple command and my obedience.

I wanted more.

I wanted everything Adam promised.

Throwing back my head with pure challenge, I gave him a side eye and stalked over to the bed. My breasts bounced as I walked, and I deliberately rolled my hips, putting on the show I knew he wanted. Getting on my hands and knees, I crawled to the center of the mattress, making sure my ass was high in the air. Slowly, I rolled to my back, planting both feet flat on the bed. Stretching my arms up over my head, I curled my fingers into fists, stretched them back out, and grasped the headboard behind me.

I couldn’t help my satisfaction at the sound of his ragged breathing. No matter how he tried to hide it, he craved me just as much. It was the only thing that allowed me to be so free and push myself beyond my boundaries.

“Spread your legs.”

I shivered at his husky command. Already my panties were soaked and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I moved my feet wider, inch by inch, until I was spread wide. He walked over to the edge of the bed and stared down at me, at my wanton body laid out for him; my stiff nipples begging for his mouth; the wet scrap of lace barely covering my pussy.

“Very nice.”

I waited for him to finally take off his clothes and get on the bed, but he only gazed at me with those blistering dark eyes, watching me start to squirm with need.

“We’re gonna play a game, and it’s real simple. I tell you what to do. You do it without question. You play nice, you get a reward. You don’t, and you get punished.”

Oh, My God.

I wanted to smack him and tell him I deserved his respect, but right now, I admitted I wanted to be treated like a slut. I wanted him to make me come hard over and over. I wanted him to use me so well, my body wouldn’t work in the morning. The excitement overcame my rational brain who warned once I did this, everything would change. I’d have a secret. Would I be able to live with it and myself? Would I be able to look at my best friend and not tell her all the ways Adam fucked me?

God, it was screwed up but I couldn’t stop myself. The bad part inside me that hid so long sensed escape, and it was like the damn genie in the bottle. I couldn’t get it back in. Not until I had this one night.

“And if I don’t?” I challenged. I practically dared him to walk away from something I knew he wanted just as badly. We’d been having foreplay for the past year, and I know I wasn’t the only one ready to explode. But that asshole only shrugged.

“I’ll walk. I didn’t get to this point to be your little yes boy. Not like Max.”

I hated him; hated that he uttered his friend’s name like nothing. “Funny you always bring up Max. I didn’t know you were so jealous,” I taunted, wanting to lash out.

“Funny you’re not even broken up for twenty-four hours yet you’re naked in my bed,” he drawled.

I gasped with shame. He was right. How could I do this? Whether or not Max had cheated, it didn’t make what I was doing right. My stupid voice broke. “You’re right. I’m leaving.” I let go of the headboard with trembling arms.

“I’m not chaining you to my bed, princess. But maybe you should ask why you’re with me, looking for something Max wasn’t ever able to give you.”

I practically snarled my words. “And you can?”

The flash of darkness in his gorgeous eyes made me freeze, helpless to move. Emotion flickered over his face, and was then tucked away. The need to uncover those secrets, to have him confess them only to me, burned with a desperate need I’d never experienced. I’d hated him for so long, I couldn’t wrap my head around this change. Only my body seemed in control. “Yeah,” he said in sexy whisper. “I can. And you know it.”

He was right. I wanted this with my every breath, even though it was wrong. Even though it made me a cheater and liar, like I accused Max. Even if I blew up everything I worked for.

I couldn’t say no.

Just tonight , the voice inside slithered. No one will know. You’ll get it out of your system.

“Fine. I’ll do what you want.”

“Touch yourself.”

I hesitated, wanting to say something smart mouthed like I could do that alone, but I was eager to show him I could play his game well. I cupped my heavy breasts, pinching my nipples, making them harder as I rolled them between my fingers until my breath came faster. I’d done this with Max once but it had felt a bit forced, and Max had pounced on me within a few seconds, not able to wait.

But Adam was different. His gaze devoured. I felt his iron-willed control and the buzzing pleasure of allowing myself to arouse him while I aroused myself. My eyes half closed as I enjoyed the hum of my body beginning to vibrate.

“What a good girl you can be when you want.”

I hated the thrill of his compliment; the surge of rightness at his warm, approving tone. Still, I didn’t comment, keeping my mouth shut like he wanted.

“Touch yourself under the panties with one hand. Very lightly. Put the other hand back to the headboard.” Arrogance radiated around him. “Then you’re going to show me how wet you are.”

My cheeks burned at the dirty command. But immediately, I felt a rush of liquid warmth between my thighs and knew I wanted to do exactly what he said. I reached up and held on to the wood behind with my left hand. Trying not to whimper from shame, I slid my right hand down my belly and hooked my fingers under the elastic. Gritting my teeth, I skated my fingertips lightly over my mound, avoiding my clit, and gathered the moisture there. My pussy throbbed with demand, and it was torture not to give myself more. All the while, Adam watched with that hot, hungry stare, as if it was his hand between my legs.

“Show me your fingers, Landon.”

I immediately snatched my hand from my panties and held it up. The scent of my arousal drifted in the air. I felt the slippery wetness on my fingers.

“You are perfect. My perfect, sweet, little slut, ready to do my bidding. Aren’t you?”

I was practically panting, but couldn’t help snarking back. My left hand released my grip to taunt him. “I thought I wasn’t able to talk.”

Was that a flash of pride in those dark eyes or just a trick of the light? His face registered nothing but I felt as if my comment amused him and he was indulging me. And then he moved like a flash.

Two quick stings on my inner thighs made me yelp. My legs slammed together in protection. “What the hell was that!”

He frowned, pulling my thighs wide again. “I said you’d be punished if you broke the rules.” The short silence vibrated with undertones. “Do you want to continue, Landon?”

I watched him with wide eyes and realized he was allowing me to tap out. My brain settled and I realized he hadn’t really hurt me. In fact, the quick slaps had only sensitized me, and ratcheted up my need to come. What the hell was happening to me?

And what else had I been missing out on?

“No. I don’t want to stop.”

“Hands back.”

I returned my grip to the headboard, glaring at him but remaining silent.

He took in my position and gently caressed the flight flush of skin on my inner thighs, stroking me while he murmured soothing words. I gasped and arched up, desperate for him to touch me where I wanted it most. The sick bastard refused, playing me like his damn guitar as he caressed my knees, then drew back to cross his arms in front of his chest. My skin felt too tight stretched over my bones and I was restless on the bed, finding it hard to remain still. He seemed to take in my reaction with satisfaction.

“I don’t think I’d ever get tired of looking at you like this. All laid out for me. Waiting on my command. And I know how bad you want to come, don’t you?”

I refused to answer, keeping to the rules.

His lower lip quirked. “Let’s change the game up, shall we?”

Oh, God.

I don’t know if I’d survive Adam tonight.

Or myself.