Page 54 of Twisted Kings

“Not yet…” Landon grinned.

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My panties were far too wet to be a fire hazard. How dare Landon suggest he might start an OnlyFans! The mere thought of him stripping off for online subscribers made my blood boil. He was mine, goddammit!

Then reality crashed over my head like a 15-foot wave. Landon wasn’t mine. None of them were. What the fuck was I thinking?

I tried to push Landon back, but the guy was a solid wall of muscle. Not as broad as Kyril, but just as ripped. The moment my hands touched his pecs, I shivered. Naturally, all that did was encourage the horny bastard.

He ground his cock into me, further scrambling my brain. Milo watched us, apparently enjoying the free sex show. Kyril was in the room the guys had set up as a gym, but he’d likely appear at any moment.

Verity was my main concern. She could walk in at any moment. I’d left her watching a Princess Diaries DVD but if she lost interest, she’d come looking for me.

“Landon, we can’t do this here!” I hissed. “My baby sister is in the house!”

Some of the heat in Landon’s eyes faded as my words sunk in.

“Fuck.” He pulled back before scraping a hand across his stubbly jaw. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

Some of the anger I’d felt toward him since the Christmas Gala faded. It wasn’t his fault the sex tape went global, yet he was suffering too. Yes, he’d reacted badly to the audio clip of me agreeing to plant drugs on Cassian, but he had every right to think I’d played them all.

Ihadlied. Repeatedly.

Not because I wanted to, mind you, but still. Lies were lies.

Landon bent down and kissed me before moving over to the other side of the room to switch the coffee machine on, whistling something jaunty.

“You two need to fuck,” Milo advised from the kitchen island. “It might help.”

I glared at him, not appreciating his input. “Is that so you can watch?”

“Yes, absolutely. I’d love to watch Lan fuck you. Can I watch?”

Milo’s eagerness at the thought of playing voyeur was disconcerting. Did none of these guys ever experience jealousy? Landon seemed happy to watch me fuck Kyril, and also Cassian. And vice versa. Milo apparently didn’t mind watching either.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to ignore the unresolved arousal thrumming through my body. Maybe it was time I left. If I stayed here much longer, my self-control might lose the will to live.

“I better go check on Verity,” I mumbled. Maybe a dose of schmaltzy romance might settle my libido.

Before I’d even left the kitchen, we all heard the sound of a car pulling up outside the front door.

“Are we expecting anyone?” Landon asked, worried. Milo shook his head and looked at his phone while I surreptitiously grabbed a sharp knife from the counter. I didn’t think my fatherwould have discovered my location yet, but it was better not to take any chances. Hopefully, Kyril and Dario hadn’t gone far.

It occurred to me I’d started seeing Dario as one of us, rather than the enemy, and quickly buried the thought.

“Looks like a taxi,” Milo replied, peering through the window, then he smiled. “Oh, he’s arrived.”

“He?”

“Cassian.”

What the actual fuck?“Why is Cassian here?” I gritted out, completely taken aback that the man who hated my guts was now spending Christmas with us. Like I didn’t have enough shit to deal with.

“He messaged me this morning to say he was on his way.”

“And it didn’t occur to you to mention this?”

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