Page 76 of My Shameless Angel


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I break away from his hold. “It doesn’t matter. You wanted to punish me; let’s go, punish me,” I tell him, the hurt refusing to leave my voice.

Something dark passes through his face, and for a moment, I am actually afraid of this man. He nearly rips the door open and drags me inside, sliding his key card into the elevator that takes us to the penthouse floor.

Lexi, try not to think how many women rode the elevator with him before you. Please. Please. Please.

The doors open, and we step into a beautiful suite. Modern, in dark tones, and strangely very much Landon. Of course, it’s very much like him. This is where he fucks them all.

The toxic thoughts won’t leave my brain as I realize I am one of many.

“I thought I told you to stop,” he snarls at me.

“Fuck you, Landon. Take me back. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be fucked on the bed that has seen it all. I deserve better. I deserve more.” I am nearly yelling at this point, and those unshed tears roll down my cheeks.

This is stupid. Why am I so heartbroken over a guy that was never mine in the first place?

“Kitten,” he steps in, and I step back. “Please, look at me,” he says sternly. Landon is still very much in control over here.

“You are not nothing to me. You are not a plaything—although I do enjoy our games. You are so much more, love. So much more,” he says, and this time I let him come to me, touch me.

He never called me “love” before. Not like this. Not with a packed meaning behind it.

His strong hands wipe the tears off my cheeks, and he kisses my lips. Softly, gently, cradling my face in his loving hold.

“This room is mine, and I’ve never brought anyone here before. Just you, Lexi. Only you.” I gulp. He hasn’t?

“And I wish I could be gentle with you right now, but you were such a bad girl tonight. Letting that prick touch what’s mine. So, I must punish you.” A shudder crawls up my spine.

Fuck. This. Is. Happening.

Landon turns on some music and turns to me.

“Strip. Strip for me, Lexi. Remind us all who you belong to.” With a strange thrill running through me like a hot current, I slip the sleeves of my dress down slowly, sensually, and watch as his Adam’s apple bobs and eyes grow hazy. It gives me a strange sense of power when I know I have none tonight.

Landon keeps watching me, trailing my every move.

I slip my dress all the way down, and because it has a built-in bra, my breast spring free, and his gaze is locked on them right away.

I bend down to take my shoes off and then slide the shimmering tights off, standing in front of him in a black see-through thong that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Down,” he barks at me. “On all fours. Now.” I don’t dare to disobey this Landon. Once I’m in the position, he disappears somewhere, only to come back a minute later with ropes, a blindfold, and a drink in his hands.

“You will be my good girl tonight, won’t you, Kitten?” He drags his fingers roughly through my lips, back and forth, and I purr in response, and he slips the blindfold over my eyes. Right away, the loss of sight heightens other senses.

His lips are on my back. I feel his every breath on my skin, his every touch and kiss as he trails those down my spine.

Sometime during this sensual game, Landon shed his clothes, and I relish in having his hard, muscled chest pressed against me. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them and making me arch into him.

Landon has barely done anything to me, and I’m already looking for a way to release the pressure brewing in between my legs as my breathing grows hard and ragged.

His hands leave my nipples and travel down to my sex which he grabs onto through my panties.

“Fuck. Of course, you are drenched and so ready,” he says, still keeping me in a stronghold. “Feel that, Lexi? Feel how your pussy wants me? It’s wet only for me. Right?”

I groan, and he slaps my ass hard. “Answer me!”

“Only for you, Lan…only you, baby,” I whimper, and he picks me up, carrying my aroused body somewhere. A second later, I am dumped on the bed, and he is straddling me. He grabs my hands, and I feel the rope on my skin drawing tight. Landon ties my arms and flips me over with my ass in the air.

I am so turned on; I can’t help myself trying to find him to grind against. Lan lets out a chuckle. “My greedy, needy, littlewhore. You don’t get to come. Yet. You were a bad girl tonight, remember?”

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