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“What about your kinks?” I ask in an attempt to turn the tables on him.
He uses a tool to sculpt the face of the clay statue, his movements smooth and elegant. The discarded pieces fall on the floor, forgotten and without purpose, probably like everyone in Landon’s life.
“What about them?” he asks.
“What are they?”
“My, muse. I know you like me, but you might want to tone it down a bit. Here’s a tip, don’t be obvious.”
“Here’s a tip. Don’t be ridiculous. I asked you about your kinks just like you asked about mine.”
“That’s the thing. I didn’t ask for your kinks, I took you on a discovery journey. You’re welcome, by the way. There’s only one fair way to tell you about my kinks.” His lips curl in a sardonic smile. “Demonstrate them.”
“No, thanks.”
“You sure? Mine are a lot more colorful and fun.”
My lips part. He got hard as he chased me earlier; I felt it, and he didn’t attempt to hide it, so that means he enjoyed that. The whole scene was already too far out of my comfort zone. What could he possibly mean bymore colorful?
But then again, why am I interested?
The ‘like what?’ question lingers on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it back down and focus on the food that I’ve been pushing around on the plate.
“Not interested,” I sign.
Landon abandons his statue and I stiffen as he walks toward me. Or more like waltzes, like a large cat who appears lazy but would snap you in half if given the chance. As he approaches, I notice a scar at the bottom of his stomach. I wonder what happened to cause that then curse myself for being interested.
It was so easy to just hate him to death a few weeks ago, but that’s, unfortunately, not the only feeling I have anymore.
After he destroyed my defenses and stomped over my limits, there are other morbid feelings lurking through me. I don’t understand most of them, but I definitely recognize the curiosity and the need for more.
Not to mention that I have to spy on this bastard for a long time if I want to gather anything about him.
My fingers tighten on the fork as he approaches. The light of the candles casts ominous shadows over his ethereal face.
His abs flex with every step, adding another edge to his cutthroat presence.
He stops in front of me and chucks me under the chin, then lifts it with a thumb and a forefinger. “Too bad you don’t get to decide, little muse. I’ll enjoy every second of discovering all of your kinks. Don’t try to run, you know exactly how much I enjoy the chase.”
* * *
I’ve fallendeep into a version of myself I don’t recognize.
It’s been two weeks since the day Landon unleashed a side of me whose existence I never imagined the magnitude of.
Since then, he’s shown me exactly how far I can go. How much I can do. How hard I can take it.
He started by threatening to show up while I’m with Maya or Niko, then he kidnaps me to the haunted house. So lately, I just text him that I’ll be there, which is usually met by Landon’s over-the-top gloating response.
You like me even more, don’t you?
Are you that excited about reuniting with my mouth and fingers?
My cock got in touch recently and he’d like to have a go. If you’d leave the prude nun act at home, that would be great.
Every time, he hints or tries to go further, but I either shove him, punch him, or simply say no.
Surprisingly, Landon doesn’t push after that.
