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“You thought sacrificing the queen was blasphemy, but you forgot a significant anecdote. The queen’s job is to die for the king.”
I glare at him. How could he be so hateful, even when talking about chess?
“Now. For that kinks discussion, care to elaborate?”
“Joke’s on you. I don’t have any kinks.” I grin back, matching his psycho energy with my wild and determined one.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You got off on being ambushed in the dark and choking on my cock, so that means you have a submissive streak. One kink down, more to go.” He leans his head on his fist. “Don’t be shy. I don’t bite.”
“You want me to believe that?”
“Fine. I don’t bite outside of sex.”
Perverted asshole.
I busy myself rearranging the chess pieces. What the hell am I supposed to say in this situation? He’s not the type who’ll be satisfied with half-truths, and I can’t exactly go with the ‘I’m a virgin’ confession, because then he’ll possibly become more insistent about claiming me.
Or worse, he’ll mock me for being such a closeted prude, since he probably lost his virginity the first time he got a boner.
“You’re far from innocent,” he comments dryly. “You must’ve had your fair share of painfully unexceptional dicks—a problem my cock will fix, by the way, so let’s hear it, what do you enjoy when you spread your legs?”
“Missionary.”
“Too vanilla for someone who’s anything but vanilla.”
“Well, I like simple stuff and caring lovers. Sorry my kink isn’t as exciting as your extensive experience.”
“Which is why we have to fix that. You’re in desperate need of the excitement that comes with the unknown. Sex is supposed to be a fun indulgence, not a boring technical task.” He narrows his eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
I stare back, glaring, even though my insides are crumbling. What is he thinking now? He couldn’t have possibly figured out that the only clue I have about sex is some porn videos.
Yes, I was curious, but not enough to give it to the first boy who came knocking at my door.
“What are you looking at?” I sign.
“I’m trying to think of the experiments we can perform to determine your possible kinks. For a start…” he trails off. “Strip. Leave the boots on.”
“No, thanks,” I sign, even though I can feel my cheeks turning hot.
“Don’t be a prude. We already saw each other half naked.”
“An experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”
One second, he’s sitting leisurely like a lion in his den, and the next, he’s on me. The whole thing happens in a flash and I don’t even register when he hovers over my chair. One hand lands on the armrest and the other wraps tightly around my throat.
Oxygen dries out of my lungs and I gasp for nonexistent air.
“You don’t seem to grasp the situation, Mia. My patience has limits and I don’t appreciate mouthy brats.” His thumb presses on my pulse point. “But perhaps this is part of your kink repertoire, too. You love having that control taken from you by force, don’t you? You love not being able to think about what will happen or how. You prefer just being there, like when your tight little cunt creamed my fingers.”
He eases his hand enough to offer me a breath, but not so I’ll be able to kick him in the balls.
I still try to claw at his fingers as he reaches his free hand out and gropes me over my dress. My nipples instantly harden and he finds them, slowly flicking them over the material with lazy ease.
“See? Your body is welcoming me, so how about you follow the example?”
I glare at him. This is only a bodily reaction that could happen even if I were with someone else. I refuse to believe that my skin’s rising temperature is because of him.
Landon plunges his hand into the front cut of my dress, beneath the built-in bra, and twists my nipple. A zap of pleasure shoots to my groin and I bite my lower lip.
