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I slam my palms against his chest and push with all my might. But just like at Arran’s house, Landon is a brick wall. Instead of budging an inch, he shoves harder into me, his hand digging into my face, threatening to cover my nose too.
“Shh. Calm down,” he coos. “I just want to talk.”
Glaring at him, I stop fighting. He eases his hand from my mouth, his grin broadening. “Good girl.” Then he trails his fingers over my cheek and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. “How is it that my brother always gets the rare finds?”
“Maybe he’s just lucky,” I say.
“Sometimes we have to make our own luck.” He traces my jawbone, moving to my chin. With his thumb, he touches my lower lip, his gaze on it as if he can imagine dipping into my mouth the way Arran did.
“I’ll bite it off,” I whisper, completely disgusted by the thought of any part of him inside any part of me.
Smirking, he says, “I might just like that.”
Before I can react, my hair is in his fist, holding my head firmly as he kisses me. Revulsion hits me full blast and I heave at the same time as I clinch my teeth to prevent his tongue from delving in.
I push as he tugs, his free hand tearing at the décolletage of my dress. He presses into me so hard, my butt is forced onto the desk and my legs spread. I gasp as he yanks my head back to lick my neck.
His bulge rubs over my core and he moans. “You’re going to be so tight, aren’t you, Skye? I can tell. So fucking tight.”
He continues on, but I tune him out. Instead, I focus on a solution to my predicament. Landon is much bigger and stronger than I am. Which means I will need lots of momentum.
I slap my hands behind me, hoping that like any other desk, it will have sharp, heavy objects. It does.
Although I have no clue what it is, my fingers wrap around the thing, and without waiting another second, I swing it forward with all my might. There’s a crack as it meets Landon’s jaw. However, to my misfortune, it only stuns him momentarily.
Angry now, he comes at me again. But before he can get to me, I roll out of reach, tripping on my own feet as I attempt to get away.
The instant I land on the floor, I twist and fling my arms out defensively. But I don’t need to worry about him anymore.
Now it’s he who’s pinned to the desk. He who’s fighting against someone much stronger.
I didn’t even hear Arran come in. Yet there he is, an avenging demon, furious and beautifully terrifying. With a single hand to Landon’s throat, he’s holding him in place, seated on the desk the same way I was.
Landon struggles to free himself, but all he manages to do is turn a bright shade of red.
“You fucking touched her,” Arran growls, low and so menacing that even I feel the need to recoil.
I scramble to my feet and plaster myself against the wall. But I don’t leave. I can’t. Instead, I remain there, watching Arran in complete fascination.
“She’s just a fucking whore,” Landon manages to screech. “I’ll pay you if that’s what you’re worried about. I have the money.”
Arran turns his head slightly, as if he’s searching for me. When his eyes meet mine, he says, “No one touches her.”
What happens next is all a blur of motion. There’s a glint of metal as it slices through the air and downward. A loud thud is followed by a short, shrill sound as Landon sucks in a breath. His mouth remains open on a mute scream, his eyeballs bulging from their sockets.
I want to scream too when I finally register what’s happened, but like Landon, my voice remains lodged in my throat at the horror of it.
Arran twists the knife he’s just jammed into the desk, right between Landon’s legs. And from the amount of blood oozing through his black slacks and dripping onto the floor, I’d say something was slashed in the process.
After what seems like an eternity, Landon finally breathes. But he doesn’t move, and my bet is that he’s afraid to lose more than he already has.
He shuts his eyes tightly and gasps. “I’ll fu— I’ll fucking kill you.”
“I bet you won’t have the balls to do it.” Arran laughs, infusing sarcasm into it. “You’re lucky I don’t do what I really want to and gut you.”
Twisting the blade, he leans in closer. Landon begins to tremble uncontrollably, whether from fear or shock, I’m not sure. “Don’t move or you’ll lose more than your nuts. Though I can’t really be sure that’s all I snipped. Doubt anyone will miss your dick if I got it too.”
“Fuck you and your whore!” Spittle dribbles from his lips.
