Page 129 of Moth to a Flame

Don’t.

I’m turned on, panting and moaning as Landon pinches my clit, rolling it between his fingers.

“Answer me.” He tugs, and I scream. “Do you see it? The things I’ve done for you?”

“Yes.”

He kicks my knees apart, shoving three fingers inside my pussy. The harsh stroke punches the air out of my lungs. “Tell me what you see. Be specific.”

“Eyeballs.” I whimper at his sadistic handling of me. At his fingers hitting that spot that makes my toes curl, ruthlessly, unapologetically. “A toe. A man’s toe.”

“Why are they there, hmm?” His head aligns with my entrance. My walls clench around him, my body begging to have him inside me. “Why’d I bring them to you?”

“They fucked up.” I push my hips back. He tilts his away, refusing to let me have what I’m desperate for. “Okay, okay. They looked at me.”

Whatever I said seems to be the right answer. Partially. He gives me more of him. Barely an inch. “Go on…”

“The toe man, he said he’d ruin my mouth with bleach.” Needing to hold on to something, I bury my fingers into the cushion.

“That’s my girl.” A scream rips from me at his forceful invasion. I’ll never get used to how big he is. How my body has to stretch to accommodate his cock. “They looked at you. Thought about you. They never touched you.”

“No.” I’m growing dizzy, breathless, with each violent thrust.

He bottoms out over and over again without loosening his grip on my hair, not once.

“Can you imagine”—grunt,and his cock is impossibly deeper inside me—“what I’d do to the monster who had his hands on you?”

“Yes.” Tears of relief cascade down my cheeks and drop to the cushion. “You’ll torture him. You’ll slaughter him.”

“Will anyone be able to stop me?”

The severed organs. The promise of death. Of revenge.

His cock inside me.

My body can’t take it. I can’t take it. I come so hard that I scream, moan, and curse seemingly all at the same time.

“Good girl. That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Landon drags his cock back out, shoving it all the way inside me. He repeats the movement, emphasizing his words as he fucks me. “Nothing and no one will stop me from taking care of you. You’re mine. It means I’ll spend the rest of my life protecting you. Loving you. Avenging you. I will not fail. You hear me, Regan?”

I believe him. I see it now. “Please. Please come inside me. I need you.”

“Yes, you do.” His feral growl reverberates through the house. Then his thrusts become erratic and harsh. He won’t let my hair go as he comes inside me.

He forces me to hear the sounds of his pleasure. Feel him filling my pussy. I come again, while both of us are staring at the body parts in front of us.

“Never doubt me again.” His mouth trails hot kisses up my spine. His cum leaks down my thighs. “Never question my love and decisions when it comes to you. You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Regan

Rotten apples.

The pungent smell is strong. Where’s it coming from?

No idea. The trail is empty. Not a single person hides in the bushes. No one’s jumping out of nowhere with a knife and a baton.

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