Chapter 10

Nadia's POV

Landon throws one grave glance at me and I know he is not in for any jokes, none whatsoever. 

 "I'm going to ask you for the last time, Nadia. Have you been in Vance's room before tonight?" 

 "Yes." It doesn't come out with as much confidence as I wanted, but I was honest, what Landon so bloody wanted. 

 "Why?". One question I knew he would ask that would make or mar our relationship. 

 "It was before us." I'm thinking up excuses that could abate Landon's coming rage, but that flew out my mouth first. 

 "You've fucked Vance?" He asks without further ado. 

 "Landon." His body is quivering, his green eyes slit and fiery, but it's still my Landon. 

I think of something emotional, sensational maybe, that I could do to change what might happen next. 

I take his hands in mine, he is unwelcoming but does not fight me off. 

 "It was a long time ago." That seems like a pretty safe way to start. 

 "How did it happen?" Landon's tone is softer, his breath more steady, his pace slower, his demeanor calmer. He sounds like he cares, maybe a little bit. 

 "It was a long time ago," I still deem it fit to stress it, "I had just left home - ran away- actually, I was nearly a rogue, based on the terms on which I left home."

 "I know that." His tone is low, but the sympathy is evident. 

He knew I had just him and Talia to turn to. What they did not know is that on days when Vance came for Talia and she was not around, I took her place. 

Vance and I were convenient fuck buddy's for a long while, even until six months before their wedding. 

 "Talia had you on days when everything was gloomy, you both had each other. I did not have anyone. Vance was something like what you were to Talia, but a little more."

He started asking for sex as soon as my wounds healed. I was broken and hurt. But at least he did not force himself on me. I had something like a choice. I would leave this bit out of my confession to Landon. 

 "How much more?" For a split second, I felt Landon was cool with how honest I was being. I did not envisage he would want the not-so-good details. 

 "We had sex when he wanted. Even though his bond pull to Talia was so strong that we both couldn't enjoy it, yes we did anyways." 

Tyla whines. She is in so much trauma, we are in so much trauma. 

Landon feels a lot calmer now. He pulls his hands out of mine. But it isn't from disgust. 

Silence follows. I saw it coming. Landon likes to process before acting, sometimes it's for the best, other times, not really. 

It became too long, so long I would have been worried if I did not know him well. 

I take his hands again, but this time, I do not hold them. 

I run his nicely manicured masculine fingers over the long strip's of freshly incurred wounds on my arms, thighs and back, the ones Mars inflicted. 

He lets me let his hand feel every wound on my skin, healed and fresh. With every fresh wound he touches, he jerks a little, feeling pain for me. 

When I'm done showing him how battered I am, I lead his fingers down by belly, then take them up back. 

I take them up back, sucking them one after the other, letting my warm breath blow over while I'm at it. 

Landon is trying to suppress his primal urge, the urge to tear my legs apart and fuck Tyla out of my brains. Tyla! 

 'Hey girl, are you there?' I ask her while still teasing Landon. 

I don't get a response. I knew she was definitely not going to answer the first call. 

 'Tyla…'

Landon takes charge. 

He turns me over with my behind facing him. His fingers trace lines across my back, gliding over the open flesh. 

I am somewhere in between pleasure and pain, but Tyla still isn't answering after I called her over a hundred times in my head. 

I can't afford to lose her for so long anymore. I've had nightmares where she left me helpless and ordinary 'cause I treated her poorly. I jumped from sleep several times swearing to Luna that I was always going to protect Tyla. 

Landon takes a finger from his mouth and slips it into my warmth. My folds close around his finger, creating a nice warm pressure that sends all the blood in him rushing downwards. 

He goes a finger at a time, making my squeezes less tighter. 

Deriving too much pleasure from it. 

He takes his manhood up and lets his liquid drop down on my butt crack and head to my vajayjay. 

The tickling sensation makes my toes curl and my back arch on reflex. 

We stayed in that position for a while. I'm leaning on my hands, but somewhere at my back, near my shoulders feels like it would come apart soon. 

Landon looks like he is enjoying it too much for me to stop him, so I love him to pleasure himself. 

 I stayed a little bit more till I began feeling stupid and bent my heads backwards enough to see what Landon was up to. He's been quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time. 

Landon is flaccid, and not staring at my intimate areas, but the scars and wounds. 

He gets up abruptly. 

 "Sit up." It's more of a plea than a command. 

 "Do I disgust you?" I ask him, staring straight into his eyes. 

He stands up instead and walks butt naked across the room to grab his precious white towel and dunks it in running warm water. 

Landon walks back towards me. Without a word, he lifts my arms up and dabs my whole body. 

It feels good while he's at it. 

The moment he's gone, I feel raw and vulnerable again . 

He dabs me all over the last time and sits back beside, still silent. 

 "Come here, " he says finally. I almost swore I've forgotten how my Landon sounds, "I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you." 

 "I know…" he gently places a finger on my lips before I got done. 

 "I love you." Landon says finally.