Page 17 of Crave

Adam would have to work a little harder.

“I’d like to see you try to own me,” I taunted, opening my lips to bite his index finger. He jerked back, gaze narrowing. My heart beat wildly in half fear, half excitement. “I do what I want, when I want.”

“Not with me,” he said softly. “I don’t share, especially you.”

I almost sagged with the violence of my emotion—overcome with a fierce joy at his bold claim. I didn’t share either, and loved that Adam wasn’t afraid of letting me know. But I couldn’t help the devilish urge to play and test boundaries. It was a part of who I was. It was part of the dark stuff I usually buried. With Adam, I no longer had to hide.

“Maybe I need my own adoring fans,” I said softly. My smile was all challenge. “Did you see how you worked up the crowd? There’s a bunch of sweaty, horny people out there, ready to do anything to satisfy their hunger.” I felt my own needs rise up and strangle me whole. “They crave bad things, Adam. Just like I do. And you’re the one who set them all off.”

A curse slipped from his lips. Those dark eyes swam with a primal yearning and a touch of violence. His hand wrapped around my throat, holding me in a firm, yet gentle grip. “What do you crave, Landon? Do you have the guts to tell me?”

I shuddered. My nipples were hard, and I’d soaked my panties. I practically swayed on my feet, the earthy scents of whisky, musk, and arousal filling my nostrils. “Being naked. Spread out. Tied up.” His grip around my throat slowly tightened. With his other hand, he leisurely flicked my tightnipples with his thumb. I felt chained and owned, with a wild arousal pumping through my veins.

“What else?” he commanded, his gaze locking with mine.

“Your mouth on my pussy, forcing me to come. Your cock between my lips. The slap of your hand on my ass.”

“You want all of it, don’t you, sweetheart? All from me?”

I practically purred. “Maybe,” I whispered.

Darkness enveloped him. A cruel smile tipped his lips. “If you touch anyone else, I’ll punish you. Oh, I’ll tie you up and fuck your pretty body, but you won’t get to come, no matter how you beg.” I widened my eyes, fascinated by this other part of Adam, melding with his beautiful, creative side; enveloping the gentle, nurturing soul that held me like a broken bird he intended to make fly again. “I’ll hurt you, princess. I’ll make you cry.”

We stared at each other while the air snapped and crackled like a live circuit. A shaky sigh escaped me, along with a tiny moan. His pupils dilated at the sound. His fingers squeezed tighter, making it harder to breathe.

“Adam?”

“Landon?”

I swayed toward him. He dropped his forehead to mine, forcing me to look deep into his eyes.

“We have to get back now. They’re waiting for us.”

He squinted at me in warning. “I love games, baby. Just be very careful you know what you have to sacrifice if you lose.”

In one swift movement, I yanked away. He let me go, his hand midway in the air, holding empty space. My laugh was full and deep and slightly cruel, like he was. “The night is young, music man. There’s plenty of play left so maybe you shouldn’t underestimate me.”

I backed away and opened the door.

“Go ahead and run, Landon. I’ll catch you.”

My skin prickled and hot desire weakened my knees. If he picked me up and fucked me right now against the wall, I wouldn’t care. If he dragged me out of the club and threw me against the dirty brick wall and pushed me to my knees, I’d open my mouth with eagerness. If he took off his belt and pulled down my pants to whip me, I’d beg for more while I cried.

Because Adam owned me. But I was a worthy opponent. I’d just never had anyone spring open Pandora’s box and allow me to fly.

“Maybe,” I mouthed, blowing him a kiss.

I turned my back on him.

And ran.

Chapter Nine

Landon

Listen to Earned It by

The Weeknd

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