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Soon enough, Mia and I are outside. She kicks up the aggressiveness a notch and tries to kick my knee.
I swing her tiny body and shove her against the wall under a faint streetlamp. The light casts a soft glow on her petite face and adds a subtle shine to her blonde tresses intertwined with blue ribbons.
Her dress is short, exposing her slender long legs, and I like to think she dressed up for me. It doesn’t help that it’s been longer than I prefer since she’s graced me with her infuriating presence.
My fingers dig into her shoulder. “Calm the fuck down. What’s got your knickers in a twist?”
“You.” She points at me, her eyes blazing a darker blue like the color of murdered roses. “Go to hell, you fucking bastard.”
“Only if you come along. I’d appreciate the company.”
Her murderous state only seems to rage further as red splashes her cheeks. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Why were you trying to kiss Cecily?”
“Aww, jealous, are we?”
“More like I don’t want to see Jeremy hurt.”
“Your dear Jeremy loves Cecily, so unless you’re in the mood to become a third and very unwanted wheel, I’d suggest you give up.” I jam my knee between her legs. “Besides, I can keep you satisfied.”
She lifts her chin. “One cock isn’t enough, I’m afraid. I like variety.”
Now, it’s my mood that takes a sharp dive to a black inky well of nothingness, even worse than when I saw her selfie with him. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“You understood me just fine.” She pushes me away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find some fun for the night.”
“Don’t turn your back on me, Mia. You know perfectly well what I’ll do if you run.”
She flips her hair and flips me off.
A sadistic grin lifts my lips.
Mia will run, and not only will I catch her, but I’ll also fuck her until she can’t move.
Until she understands there’s no other cock that’ll be inside her but mine.
19
MIA
The asshole is out for blood.
There’s no other civil way to describe whatever the hell is going on in the psycho’s head.
He’s the most unpredictable, lethal person I’ve ever come across, and that might or might not include the monster from my past.
And this is coming from me, who was literally raised within the New York Russian mafia.
Landon is downright insane, but I’m not entirely sane either, because I’m baiting him. I’m flaunting my tail in the same provocative language he speaks, waiting—no,needinghim to come after me.
Chase me.
Inject my veins with that shot of ecstasy only he can provide.
I drive at full speed down the empty streets. Lights blur in my peripheral vision, adding a mystic vibe to the dangerous night. For more reasons than one.
My nostrils flare at the image of Landon attempting to kiss Cecily.
We have a date. That’s what he said, even though he doesn’t do those, even if he were held at gunpoint. He prefers the thrill of the unknown, the intensity, and sexual preferences that are socially frowned upon.
