Page 83 of Moth to a Flame

He hears me, smirking. “Who the real monster is. Who’s the only person you should ever be afraid of.”

The outline of his cock in his sweats makes my heart not just race. It gallops.

He’s hard and big. His cock pushes against the fabric. I see the ridges of it. The shape of his head. The wet drop at the top.

I’m expecting him to shove his pants down. Force his dick into my mouth.

Landon has other plans for us.

“You’re going to take it.” His thumb is on the lower row of my teeth, pushing it down. My mouth opens for him. “Be a good girl.” The barrel of my gun is in my mouth, slick with his saliva. “Take it.”

With his shadow cast on me, his knees pressing to my body, and my own loaded gun in my mouth, I have no choice.

I don’t need one. I purse my lips around the metal like Landon did, and I do what he said. I take it.

In and out. Slow then fast. He shoves the tip to my cheek, his cock jerking in his sweats when he sees my skin straining.

“That’s it.” I don’t think he’s aware that his hips sway as he abuses my mouth. They do, and I’m so horny from watching him, from being at his mercy. From listening to his hoarse voice praising me. “That’s a good slut, Regan. Taking that gun like that. So degraded. So feral. You should see the look in your eyes. Mine. I fucking own you. Anyone else ever comes near you…”

There’s a thunderstorm raging inside of him.

“Anyone comes anywhere near what’s mine, and I’ll destroy them. I’m already doing that, destroying the pain from your past. Can you feel that? How I’m poisoning your blood? Me, no one else. I’m the motherfucking virus that’s killing every last one of your demons. And I’ll keep doing it every minute and every hour for the rest of my life.”

My hands fly to the backs of his thighs. Fingernails scratching at his skin.

His jaw tics, and I can tell he’s on the brink of losing control. A loud grunt rips from his throat and the gun is gone.

It’s somewhere on the bed. On the nightstand, maybe.

I have no idea. I couldn’t tell if I tried.

All I see is Landon. His hand slams on the wall while he’s taking his cock out. He’s so big, so close to my face. Even lit by the silver light from the outside, I notice the veins and his taut skin.

How wet the tip is.

“Suck.” His other hand is on the base, and I open up, peeking my tongue out. “Fucking take me, Regan.”

He shoves himself in my mouth. Past my lips. On my tongue. The head of him hits the back of my throat and I taste his salty precum. I swallow it while he holds my face.

While he fucks it.

“Fuck, I want you. Fuck, I need you so bad.” He fucks me so hard that I can hardly breathe. “My slut. My good girl. Suck me off. Just like that. Harder, Regan. Yes.”

As I swirl my tongue on his length, he moans. Landonmoansfor me.

“Fuck, even now.” The muscles of his thighs pulse beneath my hands as he pummels into my mouth. “You’re letting me violate you. You’re the one letting me defile that pretty mouth of yours. That thing you do with your tongue.Baby. Yes, that’s right. Fuck.”

His nostrils flare when he sucks air into his lungs, and then he’s gone.

“Landon,” I rasp.

“Be quiet.” He’s harsh, merciless as he flips me on my stomach. “You really think”—with rough movements, he yanks my hips up, pulls my arm back, pressing it to my ankle—“that I’ll come like that? Alone? When your panties are soaked?”

“Please.” I should be embarrassed. He’s positioning me so my knees are spread, and he can see how wet I am. I need him so bad I could cry. “Please, Landon.”

“So desperate.” The silky texture of the ribbon is being looped around my wrist and ankle, binding them together. He does the same on the other side. “So needy. I would never leave you like that.” His tongue is hot on my pussy, pressing to the lace, pushing against it. “Ever.”

One movement and my panties are torn.

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