Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 793(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
I tuck a stray silver strand of hair behind my ear, feeling refreshed now that I don’t have the annoying wig on. “What do you plan to do next?”
He leans forward against the wheel, wearing a charming yet sadistic smile. “What else can I plan aside from trouble?”
“Can I join?”
“No. It’s dangerous.” He grins. “Uncle Xan will chase me with his grandfather’s famous shotgun and paint a hole where my head used to be if I’m the reason his precious daughter is put in harm’s way.”
“Don’t worry about Papa.”
“Have you seen your papa lately? He’s been sending us daily reminders that if something happens to you, we’ll all pay. In blood. I kind of need that inside my body, not outside it.”
I wince.
I love my father to death, and some would argue that I’m Daddy’s little girl—or I was before my life took a sharp dive to hell. Before he put his trust in me and I betrayed it in the worst way possible.
At any rate, Papa is overprotective and I get that, but he doesn’t have to be this extra.
“Anyway, you did so well that the MI6 would be a good fit if you ever considered a career change.” He throws his head back against the seat, looking like he’s straight out of a painting—no, like a statue. “Now, you just sit back and watch the Heathens burn.”
I don’t care about that.
My disregard for TKU is mostly on the academic level, because I apparently disrespected a member of their American football club by telling him ‘no, thank you’ when he asked me to dance at a pub. Ever since then, he and his minions keep stealing my textbooks and being a thorn in my side.
That hasn’t happened much lately, though, so they probably lost interest. Other than that, I don’t focus on their clubs or activities.
“I can be useful,” I argue with Lan.
“You were more than useful, you were the best.” He pats my hair again. “But we both know you’re a dainty princess and would break like delicate china at the first hint of the hardcore stuff, so let me take care of this, okay, love?”
The feeling of being metaphorically slapped causes my skin to throb and tingle.
Any words I had to say get stuck at the back of my throat, refusing to be said out loud.
I’ve never been good at expressing myself—I’m a listener, not a talker. At least, when it comes to things that concern me.
I curse myself for that trait as I step out of Landon’s car and hear him rev the engine. In a super expert move, he reverses in a perfect circle before he shoots into the street like a bullet.
For a second, I remain there, hugging my arms and letting the chill of the sea seep beneath my bones. The sound of the crashing waves slams into the warring thoughts in my head.
All of them start and end with the things I should’ve said but didn’t.
With the way I’m built, I’m probably never going to be able to say them out loud.
My only choice is to show him instead.
I have to show Landon that I’m not a delicate princess and that I can and will take the hardcore stuff.
If it’s him, I can let him see this part of me.
Slipping into my car, I close the door and lock it before I open the browser on my phone.
It’s on the homepage of the kinky sex club Landon is a member of.
Not even Glyn knows this fact about her brother. I only found out through his cousin and my childhood friend, Creighton.
He told me about it, including the kinks Landon is into, so I’d see what type of defective person the guy I’m crushing on is.
Creigh was looking out for me because he believed I’d only end up getting hurt.
Thing is, Creigh has no idea that I’m equally defective.
Which is probably why I’ve been hung up on Landon since secondary school.
It’s not only because of that conversation I had with him back then; it’s also because I found out he’s into the same kink as me.
I have read through the site and its rules. There are attendance kink activities where they pair subs with Doms, but there are also other activities that can happen off-site.
One of which is a kink Landon takes part in all the time, according to Creigh.
In fact, he’s the club’s ace in this particular kink, and many new members have joined because of him.
Primal play.
Aka consensual non-consent.
It’s been on my mind ever since I first heard about it from Creighton about two weeks ago.
I’ve imagined all the ways Landon chases those women before he fucks them ruthlessly.
How he ravages them with their consent, and how elating it must be for them.
I realize how demented it sounds to consider something like that elating. But rape fantasy is a very common kink, especially with women who want to feel free in some way.