“I still won’t get back with you, Landon,” I sign. “You’re anarchy in fancy clothing and will eventually ruin me and my relationship with the people closest to me.”
“I won’t.”
“You can’t stop your nature.”
“I’ve been doing it just fine for a week.”
“A week is nothing.”
“Considering I used to fuck your tight hole multiple times a day, I would say this period of abstinence is fucking something.”
My cheeks heat and I clear my throat. “I still can’t do this.”
“Why? Is it because you’re scared?”
“I’m not scared.”
“It looked that way the night of your birthday. You weren’t ashamed of me. You were ashamed of your reaction to me. To the fact that you want me despite the galore of red flags. You still do, Mia.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Never.” His words are whispered in my ear before he releases me and sits opposite me. “How about a bet? If you win, I’ll leave you alone. If I do, you’ll do something for me.”
“No, thanks.”
“Is that the coward in you speaking?”
“I’m no coward, asshole.”
“Then you won’t mind this harmless bet.”
There’s nothing harmless about Landon King. I know exactly what he’s doing, but I still sign, “If I lose, you can’t ask for sex.”
“Cruel, but okay.”
I narrow my eyes. “Really?”
“You want me to disagree with your condition?”
“No, but I expected you to demand it.”
“I have no interest in your reluctance, little muse. When I fuck you again, you’ll be begging for it.” A smirk tilts his lips. “Now that we got that out of the way, are we doing this?”
“You’re on.”
His wolfish grin makes an appearance again and I regret agreeing to the bet.
I’m being lured into his den again.
The worst part is, maybe I don’t want to resist it anymore.
MIA
Iexpected many demands from Landon, including trying to trick me into having sex, forcing his way into my life, or suggesting we get back together.
Surprisingly, he does none of the above.
In fact, he merely asks me to go on a date with him.
A date.
No kidding.
Landon King, who would be elected as the leader of psychopaths if given the chance, actually wants to do something as normal as a date.
Not only that, but he invited me over to the Elites’ mansion, where he set up an extravagant setting on the open terrace on the roof.
Dim yellow lights hang above the table like a halo.
Two blue candles sit on the aesthetically pleasing tablecloth, casting a soft edge on the otherwise sharp atmosphere. A few dishes lie on the table and I lick my lips at the mouthwatering smell.
Lentil soup, Mediterranean salad, pasta with meatballs, and a delicious-looking lamb tagine. Landon definitely picked up on my favorites and the fact that I love eating everything at the same time without the common order of appetizers, a main course, and a second course.
A large hand lands on the small of my back and the smell of intoxicating male cologne fills my nostrils as Landon leads me to one of the chairs.
He pulls it out and helps push me forward once I’m seated, like he’s some sort of chivalrous prick. He looks the part, too, dressed in a casual black sports jacket and pants with an off-white shirt.
He sits opposite me with infinite elegance and pours me a glass of cola and himself a glass of wine.
He often offered me that, but alcohol and I don’t vibe very well, so he learned to get me cola whenever I came over to the haunted house.
I can’t help studying his face in search of a sign of deceit. Considering he’s possibly the definition of the word, it’s strange that I find no trace of it.
My gaze skims over his outwardly peaceful expression. His usually dangerous lips are set in a neutral line, and even the mole beneath his right eye that usually looks menacing is now just a welcoming beauty mark.
“What’s with all of this?” I sign.
“I told you.” He swirls the red liquid in his glass with the elegance of a demon lord. “A date.”
“Why here and not in a restaurant?”
“You find them tedious and less personal, so I opted for a more intimate experience where you can have all your favorite dishes instead.”
I mentioned that several weeks ago and he still remembers it so well. Seriously, I’m starting to think he has an elephant’s memory.
In my internal musings, I nearly forgot I was staring. To which Landon smiles broadly with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
I clear my throat. “Why are you taking me on a date? It’s not like you believe in normal.”
“I don’t, but you do.”
“But—”
“Can you stop asking pointless questions and just eat? Look at what I cooked for you.”
My lips part and I pause before I grab the spoon. “You cooked these?”
“Of course.”
“Of course? Why are you saying that as if it’s a given? You never cooked before.”
“As I’ve mentioned countless times, I’m a fast learner. You’re welcome.”
I cast another glance at the food and then take a tentative sip from the soup. The rich taste explodes in my mouth like a home-cooked meal. Before I know it, I’m done with it.
I move to the pasta, and it tastes even better than the soup. The lamb is a knockout, but I choose to take my time with it, partly because I’m almost full and I want to savor what I’m eating.
A sudden breeze ruffles my hair and goosebumps erupt on my naked arms. For some reason, the sensation doesn’t seem to be entirely related to the cold. I lift my gaze, and my mouthful of food gets stuck at the back of my throat.
Landon, who I assumed was also eating, is not. His undivided attention is dangerously focused on me, head on his fist as he swirls the wine glass with his free hand.
I swallow the contents of my mouth with effort and slowly set my utensils on the table. “What do you want?”
“Should I want something?” he replies with disturbing nonchalance.
“You always do.”
“Hmm. Maybe you’re right and I do want something.”
“Which is?”
“To get my fill of you, which I’ve been doing spectacularly.”
The temperature rises in my chest and forms knots at the base of my belly. I try and fail to control the unconscious reaction as I sign, “You want me to believe that the great Landon King would settle for such a trivial thing?”
“I couldn’t believe it myself, but I also wouldn’t categorize it as trivial.”
“You mean to tell me you’re content with this very normal date and wouldn’t trade it with chasing or choking me?”
“What type of blasphemy is that? Of course I would. But, apparently, it’s better to go against my instinct in situations like these. I don’t really get the hype about emotions, but I’m trying.”
“Trying to what? Have them?”
“Nonsense.” His lips lift in clear disgust and he drowns it with a sip of wine. “I’m trying not to use my understanding of emotions in a destructive manner. At least, not with the people who matter.”
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
My heart nearly explodes from behind my rib cage. I breathe in and out slowly, attempting, no, refusing to be caught in the web of Landon’s chaos-driven world again.
“Does that mean you didn’t consider your other options?”
“What other options?”
“The girls who throw themselves at you ready to satisfy your wildest kinks.”
“The only girl I want to satisfy my kinks is you, so everyone else is redundant.”
I swallow thickly, my heart rate still refusing to go down. “Are you telling me you weren’t tempted? Not even a little?”
“No. I quit going to the sex clubs after you came into my life.”
“You went to sex clubs?”
“All the time. I used to go there mostly to satisfy my exhibitionism kink.”
“And you don’t need to now?”
His eyes darken. “Absolutely not. The thought of anyone seeing you naked turns me murderous.”
I clear my throat. “I don’t know what caused this change, but it doesn’t matter. If you hurt my family again, Jeremy included, not only will I never share space with you again, but I’ll also make it my mission to destroy you.”