Nadia's POV



I left the house without Vance's knowledge at a few minutes past dawn. I just felt I did not need to let him know all the details, after all, I'm supposed to be undercover. And all he wanted was results, he definitely didn't give half a fuck about how I was going to do it.

I headed to Landons before it was bright enough for anyone to see. His house looked good, last I came, it was in utter disrepair. The sharp and insulting contrast between his and other houses is probably what really keeps biting Vance, even though in the best of conditions, it's still not fit for the beta of Moonstone. Strong heard Landon had his reasons, and so kept the house Vance's father gave to his own father, who was some sort of asylum seeker.

'Who's that?" His gruff morning voice answered my knock on his door. I kinda suspected he would have known it was me. Either way, he had nothing to fear. Landon always kept his lock so uncomfortably near him, that I always lived with the fear that someday when he feels he can't take it anymore, he would pull it on me.


'Open up." The two words it took for him to actually open up and let me in. He looked up at me and without saying a word, made way for me, shutting and bolting the door behind him. I saw his gun but wasn't scared in the slightest bit. He still had his morning boner, the silly nightwear he had on did very little job of concealing his print.

I purposely let my gaze linger there for an uncomfortable amount of time. He could not even be bothered.


'What are you here for?" He asked, eyeing me suspiciously, but also with some pride and humor. Standing over me and looking down on me must be a double finger stroke to his very fragile ego.

'Do I get to hang my coat?" I pointed out the obvious lack of courtesy and stared at him hard. He obviously was enjoying it. Landon and his warped sense of turn-ons.

'Hand it over." He said, stretching his hand to collect it. I gave it to him and made myself his audience, watching him take short unsteady strides to the rack and back. He slumped on the chair opposite me, and glared at me in silence.

It was more than just staring, we were sizing each other up. Fortunately for me, there was nothing to show that I was excited, while Landon already had the signal big ass bulge in his pants. He was getting shifty and tired. His hand made the ‘swish' sound as he ran it over the cushion multiple times.

'What is it?" He asked finally. I felt Tyla go ‘yep' and give a victory yelp in my head. I was making her proud. All the bad memories with this man were almost starting to flood back, but I fought them. It wasn't the time

'What was it we talked about yesterday?" I didn't plan to say too much. I already have enough work of cooking up tales that Vance could believe hook, line and sinker, I had little mental strength to defend anything.

'I know you did not plan this based on just yesterday." He was excited and doing a poor job of containing it.

'There's a new sheriff in town." I teased playfully, seizing the perfect time to strip off my clothes, leaving my sexy see through mesh designer lingerie.

'I like the sound of that." He looked like a petty thief who stumbled upon a gold mine. Licking his lips voraciously like he had seen breakfast, lunch and dinner all in one. 'I missed you." He added, smiling even more menacingly.

'Can't say the same." I teased. He accepted the challenge as I saw that manly rush of blood and power.

'Really?" He asked like he couldn't believe his ears, all the while processing what to do next. We both knew he had no other option. There was a wetness gradually forming where the tip of his dick forced his pants into a bulge. I was expecting what came next and already arched my back in anticipation.

In one quick second, faster than I ever saw him move, he put his arms around my back and lifted me off the chair. I wasn't expecting that, so a little giggle escaped my lips.

Still holding me up, with his left hand cushioning my butt, he put me against the wall. Oh really? This did not seem like regular. Glad to know he's learned some new tricks. I was loving it already. It definitely wasn't going to be routine.

'Saw this coming?" He asked like he had been reading my mind. I'm not even going to lie, this new Landon had bought me over, totally and completely. I decided to let go of all the mental blockade I set up. I wanted this. It was seconds before low sensual moans started escaping my lips.

'No." I could even barely get that out of my lips. He was kissing every inch of my skin, leaving me blushing and turning shamelessly red all over. My hard nipples pointing in two separate directions. He started with dry humping me against the wall and enjoying me moaning against the wall while fighting off my hand which was instinctively reaching for his dick.

He did that for an unpleasant amount of time, I was already heaving shamelessly in want. Then he let me down on my two, already weak feet. I stood unsteadily and watched what he was up to next.

Then he took too measured steps back, all the while keeping his eyes on my pussy. He tore off his pants slowly, tossing it like it was trash. Then he spat into his left hand and took it down slowly to his dick. He started by rubbing slowly. I watched the nearly limp penis grow in length, all the blood feeling it. It turned me on so much that I'd have latched on to him if he hadn't commanded me to stay out. It was part of his game. It grew to full length, then he started with his makeshift lube. It looked a little rusty, He probably had not done it since forever.

I was too tempted to get down on him and show him how it's done, ride him to heaven and back. I know heaven was the wrongest word to think of, but it's how I felt.

All my body was throbbing in response, I had to constantly remind myself to breathe. He purposely kept at it even though we both knew I could do it better. And like a master to his dog…

'Come." He said finally. I abandoned every iota of dignity and went towards him, salivating like a ravished animal.

Fuck whatever I had to say to Vance.