Page 70 of Yearn

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 insidepeeked 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 myjeans 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 lipsover 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.

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