Page 16 of Crave

Landon

Listen to Houdini

by Dua Lipa

Iwatched the skinny ass groupie plaster herself against Adam, but I stood back, refusing to spin out of control. First, I knew this was going to be a new way of life for Adam and I better get used to it. Didn’t mean I had to like the new world he stepped into, but right now, I had no choice.

Second, a little tart who thought she could control him with his dick was no competition. She was more of a joke.

Third, I wanted to see how Adam handled her. I had to admit, I was impressed. But no way would I show that to him. Let him worry about my reaction a bit. Keeping Adam engaged was important, for both of us. We seemed to thrive by playing the edge, and jealousy kept in check was sometimes a thrilling game.

As long as we both agreed to the rules.

“Am I interrupting?” I asked, in a sweet, drippy voice. “Should I come back when you’re done?”

Adam narrowed his gaze in warning. My lips quirked with the need to grin, but I had an audience.

How fun.

Adam’s fan didn’t seem to care that she’d just been rejected and pushed away. The girl practically sneered, her judgy gaze assessing me and grudgingly admitting to competition. There was one thing I was confident in and that was my looks. “Don’t bother coming back. He’ll be busy a long time.”

I arched a brow. “That right?”

“That’s right,” she snapped back, having the balls to shove her fake tits against his arm and try to wrap her body around his like a snake. “Bye.”

I let out a long sigh. “Okay, let’s do this fast since our friends are waiting. Get your cheap KK carbon copy ass out of here before things get ugly. Your grubby hands are touching my property. This pisses me off.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “You can’t talk to me like that! You don’t own him.”

I leaned against the doorjamb and acted bored “Actually, I can and I did.” My voice dropped in a low warning. “And I do own him. Don’t make me count to three.”

“Are you going to let her?—”

He cut the girl’s protest off, grabbing her arm firmly, and escorting her past me and out the door. “Yep. Don’t come back—I’m taken.”

Then he took my hand, pulled me into the room, and shut the door.

“Bye!” I shouted through the barrier.

Adam shook his head, obviously amused. I kept my face emotionless, refusing to give in too easily. I practically shuddered at the idea of that skank touching him, especially on his bare skin. The primitive animal within roared in feminine disapproval, wanting to mark him all over with my scent; mytongue; my teeth; confirming it wouldn’t happen again. Adam stared at me and studied my face. “Sorry. She forced herself in here. I was about to get rid of her.”

I cocked my head, considering. “Yet, I found her pretty damn close. Did she kiss you?”

“Hell, no.”

“Just checking,” I drawled, regarding him with heavy lidded eyes. I knew Adam had no interest in anyone else. I knew he was loyal. But if these episodes were going to become common place, it was time he learned how to protect himself. “If this is going to be a regular occurrence, I’ll meet you outside when you’re done satisfying your groupies. I don’t need to see your private meet and greets.”

The air squeezed with danger. His gaze raked over me, and I fought a shudder. Those heated, lustful eyes felt like a touch, skimming over every sensitive part of my body like the teasing lick of his tongue. The bond between us tugged tight; wrapping us together no matter how much we fought. I had a love/hate relationship with our connection. It was both heady and terrifying. “Landon.” He said my name in warning.

I couldn’t help but push. “Adam,” I mocked.

“Did you worry about that girl?” he asked roughly. “Afraid she’d tempt me away from you?”

Oh, that comment stung. Anger slapped me in the face from the demeaning idea she could even tempt a second look. “If your head is turned for a half assed piece like that, good riddance,” I sneered.

Instead of getting mad, he grinned with satisfaction. “Such a mouth on you,” he murmured. He reached out and trailed his fingers over my lips. “We already went over this. You know there’s no one else for me, and no one else for you. I played your game, and I won. Now, you’re my prize.”

His eyes burned as he said the words; words I both resented and reveled in. It was like he was a Fated mate and when he called me, I fell apart, because my entire body shook helplessly, trapped in his spell. He was right, but I wasn’t ready to surrender. Not after his arrogant declaration.

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