Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
“Aww, jealous, are we?”
“More like I don’t want to see Jeremy hurt.”
“Your dear Jeremy loves Cecily, so unless you’re in the mood to become a third and very unwanted wheel, I’d suggest you give up.” I jam my knee between her legs. “Besides, I can keep you satisfied.”
She lifts her chin. “One cock isn’t enough, I’m afraid. I like variety.”
Now, it’s my mood that takes a sharp dive to a black inky well of nothingness, even worse than when I saw her selfie with him. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“You understood me just fine.” She pushes me away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find some fun for the night.”
“Don’t turn your back on me, Mia. You know perfectly well what I’ll do if you run.”
She flips her hair and flips me off.
A sadistic grin lifts my lips.
Mia will run, and not only will I catch her, but I’ll also fuck her until she can’t move.
Until she understands there’s no other cock that’ll be inside her but mine.
19
MIA
The asshole is out for blood.
There’s no other civil way to describe whatever the hell is going on in the psycho’s head.
He’s the most unpredictable, lethal person I’ve ever come across, and that might or might not include the monster from my past.
And this is coming from me, who was literally raised within the New York Russian mafia.
Landon is downright insane, but I’m not entirely sane either, because I’m baiting him. I’m flaunting my tail in the same provocative language he speaks, waiting—no, needing him to come after me.
Chase me.
Inject my veins with that shot of ecstasy only he can provide.
I drive at full speed down the empty streets. Lights blur in my peripheral vision, adding a mystic vibe to the dangerous night. For more reasons than one.
My nostrils flare at the image of Landon attempting to kiss Cecily.
We have a date. That’s what he said, even though he doesn’t do those, even if he were held at gunpoint. He prefers the thrill of the unknown, the intensity, and sexual preferences that are socially frowned upon.
He’s all about the carnal and never about the emotions.
But then again, Cecily is soft and posh. His childhood friend, no less. He probably wouldn’t touch her crudely and whisper filthy words as he fucked her mouth.
He wouldn’t strip her down and build her back up again just so he could do it all over again.
A black car appears in my rearview mirror, looking larger than a vengeful crow.
I hit the accelerator as hard as possible, but while I love my Mercedes SUV, it doesn’t compare to the power of a sports McLaren.
Landon catches up to me in seconds and slows to my speed as he drives parallel to me. We’re definitely not on a one-way road.
I look at him with a “What the fuck are you doing?” gaze.
“Chasing you, muse.” His grin could only belong to Satan himself.
I release the accelerator, letting myself fall behind, but he does the same, so I hit it again and speed up all of a sudden until my body glues to the seat.
Once again, Landon keeps my pace, still smirking with unmasked sadism. I’ve come to recognize that look as savage lust. It’s the look he sports whenever he chases me or chokes me to within an inch of my life.
My thighs clench, and I blame it on muscle memory. It can’t be anything else. I refuse to believe it is.
Headlights flash on the other side of the road, as in, the side that Landon shouldn’t be driving on.
I glance at him.
Move.
Go.
“Move!” I sign with one hand.
He doesn’t.
What the hell? Is he really planning to kill himself?
“The ball’s in your court.”
“What?” I sign with one hand.
“My decision will depend on where you drive. Here’s a hint, go to where you were supposed to be yesterday!” he shouts over the blaring honks of the other car.
I do the “Okay” sign with a trembling finger. Right in the nick of time, he hits the brakes and swerves back behind me.
My forehead and back break out in a sweat, my fingers shake on the steering wheel, and my foot is unsteady on the brakes as I lower my speed.
I can’t for the life of me drive normally when my whole body is in a state of shock, but I do the best I can, and Landon follows me, not attempting to overtake me or ride beside me.
As soon as I arrive in front of the haunted house, I’m surprised by the lights illuminating the hideous garden with snake-like leaves and ghost trees that have fallen to their imminent death. But then I catch a glimpse of my newly planted flower beds, still alive and slowly growing compared to the last time I saw them.
They’re the only thing I missed about this place.