Page 164 of Moth to a Flame

I’m not as excited about hearing a recount of what I’d been through.

Giving him a small shake of my head, Landon continues. “A lot of unforgivable shit. The judge, jury, and executioner, AKA, me, are here to deliver your sentence.”

Lester’s cries for help have been silenced. Too much blood and way too much trauma have been the last straw, it seems.

“I love you.” Landon’s hand curls around my neck while he mutilates Lester’s corpse some more. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect. I need you, Regan. Need inside you.”

Turned on by his words and how glorious delivering justice feels for me, I spring to my feet.

“You want me?” I tease him.

He says nothing, just stars at me. While the bat stays in Lester’s ass.

“Come get me, then.” I sprint to the door. It’s not far, but my feet are bruised and I’m slower than I would’ve liked.

Landon makes it to me before my hand grips the door handle.

“Got you.” His hands are on me, stripping me of his T-shirt that I’m wearing.

I’m naked beneath it. I’m helpless against him as he keeps divesting me of my leggings with one hand while the other is on my hip, forcing me to stay put. He goes down to his knees, flips me, and spreads me open for him.

“Not fair,” I whimper as he shoves his face into my sex and licks. “You were supposed to chase me.”

His hum reverberates on my skin. My breath catches, and I slam my hands on the wall for balance. The sudden movement wrenches my bandages and one of them flies to the floor.

Pain doesn’t register when I’m so hot and desperate for Landon to defile me.

“I decide when I’m chasing you.” He sucks on my arousal before getting up to thrust me to the wall.

His bare chest is hot and rippling as he rushes to unbutton and lower the zipper on his jeans.

“I decide when I’m having you.” He’s deep inside me with just one shove. He tucks away my hair, his mouth open on my neck, teeth bare to bite me. “Or have you forgotten I’m free to use your body, however and when-fucking-ever I want?”

I’m going to come. It’s so good to have him inside me. “I remember.”

“So.” He wraps the back of my neck, holding me in place.

My cheek presses to the cool wall, and I watch him raptly. There’s not an ounce of dread in me as he takes me over and over again. I need him. I worship him.

Most of all, Ilethim.

“If I wish to fuck you, right here.” His thick cock stretches me. It hurts. It’s so deep that I scream. The pain doesn’t last as it morphs into sheer pleasure. “Right next to a dead body. With blood on our hands. With death everywhere. What are you going to do about it, little lamb?”

I’m only partly aware of Lester’s corpse until Landon mentioned it.

I’m fully aware of it now. Of all the blood and gore that lie behind us.

I’m a sick, twisted person to get off on it. But if Landon shares my sickness with me, then I don’t care. He’s my man, and he’s all that matters.

“Let you.” I have no other answer. This is the only one. “Let you.”

“Good girl.” The bite on my shoulder that follows his praise is the worst. The best.

He draws blood as he drives his cock harder and faster into me, and I can’t stand it. I can’t stop it. I come so violently that my vision blurs around the edges.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He squeezes my hips. It’s a warning. “You’re staying present for this. Going to give me another orgasm. That’s it. Yes. Eyes on me. Do I need to tell you what would happen if you don’t do as I say?”

His fingers dig deeper. His grip stings, burns. Demands. “No,” I answer. “No, but—”

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