Chapter 46 Landon
LANDON
Three weeks since Orlov, and I’m adjusting to this new dynamic between Sadie and me.
She sits across from me at my dining table, laptop open as she works remotely.
Her company has been surprisingly accommodating about the arrangement—though a substantial anonymous donation to their research department might have helped.
“Jolene wants to meet for lunch,” Sadie says without looking up. “That café near the park.”
“Take Knox’s driver.”
She glances up, one eyebrow raised. “I can order an Uber.”
“You could,” I concede, “but Knox’s driver carries a Glock and knows defensive driving. Orlov’s organization is still out there trying to find their leader.”
“And he’ll report my movements directly to you.”
I don’t deny it. “Yes, I’ll know where you are. But you’re free to go.”
A small smile plays at her lips. “Progress.”
The word shouldn’t please me as much as it does. I’ve given her more freedom—allowing her to work, see friends—yet the tracking app on her phone remains. The difference is she knows about it now.
My phone buzzes. Xavier.
“We have a problem at the Eastside warehouse,” he says when I answer. “Orlov’s second-in-command is trying to rally what’s left of their operation. Attempted break-in last night.”
“Any merchandise compromised?”
“No, but they’re getting bolder. We need to send a clear message.”
I glance at Sadie, who’s watching me. “Send me the security footage. We’ll analyze it and decide the next steps.”
“We?” Xavier questions.
“Sadie and I.”
“I’ll send it over.”
I end the call and meet Sadie’s gaze. “Orlov’s people are making moves.”
“I heard.” She closes her laptop. “You said we’ll analyze it.”
“Your mind works differently from mine. You see patterns I miss.” I reach for her hand across the table. “Partners, remember?”
I’ve never had a partner—only possessions, victims, toys. But Sadie is none of those things.
“Forward me the footage when it comes,” she says.
I nod as she turns back to her work. What we’ve built hangs in delicate balance—her freedom against my hunger to command. For the first time, I find myself willing to ease my grip, to search for the fragile space where we might both survive intact.
The security footage arrives minutes later. I forward it to Sadie’s laptop and set mine beside hers on the dining table. Side by side, we study the grainy images of three men trying to breach our warehouse’s northeast entrance.
“They’re avoiding the main security cameras,” I note, tracking their movements. “But they don’t know about the secondary system I installed after the Peterson heist.”
Sadie’s fingers fly across her keyboard. “Look at their approach pattern. That’s military training—specifically Russian special forces. The leader moves exactly like—”
“Dmitri Volkov,” we say simultaneously.
“Orlov’s enforcer,” I confirm. “I thought he fled.”
Sadie splits her screen, running facial recognition on one side while accessing databases on the other.
“He should have. TSA has no record of him leaving, but—wait.” She pulls up banking records I couldn’t access.
“Someone’s been making regular payments to a shell company that routes through to a property management firm in Brighton Beach. ”
I lean closer. “Cross-reference with known associates.”
“Already on it.” She smirks. “Three properties match. One’s two blocks from where your shipment arrives tomorrow night.”
I take her chin between my fingers. “You’re brilliant, little butterfly.”
“We make a good team.” She closes her laptop. “I should go. Jolene’s waiting.”
“Take Knox’s driver,” I repeat, my tone sharper than before. “And wear the tracker bracelet in case your phone’s signal is spotty again.”
Her expression hardens. “No. We discussed this. I’m not wearing a tracker to lunch with my friend.”
“This isn’t negotiable, Sadie. Not with Orlov’s men out there.”
“Everything is negotiable,” she counters. “That was our agreement.”
“Fuck the agreement!” I slam my palm on the table. “You think Volkov won’t use you to get to me? You think—”
“Stop it.” She interrupts. “That’s not you now—that’s the old Landon, the one who thought safety meant keeping everyone under his thumb.”
I step closer, towering over her. “And what if something happens to you? What then?”
“Then it happens,” she says softly. “But I can’t live in a cage, even a gilded one.”
The fight drains from me. “I’m scared,” I admit. “Every time you walk out that door without me, I’m fucking terrified.”
Her expression softens. “Landon...”
I pull her against me, claiming her mouth in a desperate kiss. She melts into me, moaning against my lips as I back her against the wall.
When we break apart, she’s breathless. “Why do you have to kiss me like that when I’m about to leave for lunch?” She presses against my hardness. “Now I’m wet and aching, and Jolene is waiting.”
“I could do with some lunch myself before you go,” I say, my voice dropping to that low register that always makes her pupils dilate. “Right here.”
I sink to my knees before her, my hands already sliding up under her skirt.
The position should feel foreign to me—Landon Blackwood doesn’t kneel for anyone—yet with Sadie, I can’t get enough of tasting her.
Before her, I rarely gave pleasure this way; it was always about taking.
And yet, watching her come apart on my tongue has become an obsession.
“Landon,” she protests weakly, “Jolene is waiting—”
“Let her wait.” I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her legs. “Spread your legs for me, little butterfly.”
She complies, leaning back against the wall as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder. The scent of her arousal makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper, but I ignore it.
“You’re already wet for me,” I murmur against her inner thigh. “So fucking perfect.”
I trace my tongue through her slit, savoring her sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck, Landon,” she gasps, her fingers threading through my hair.
I look up at her, maintaining eye contact as I circle her clit with my tongue. I pull back enough to speak. “Tell Jolene you’ll be late,” I growl. “I’m not nearly finished with you.”
Sadie fumbles for her phone, her breathing already uneven. I maintain light, teasing strokes with my tongue while she types, deliberately making it difficult for her to concentrate.
“I can’t—God, Landon—I can’t think when you do that,” she gasps, her hips jerking forward involuntarily.
I pull back just enough to give her a moment of clarity. “Text her. Now.”
Her fingers tremble as she types, and I savor the flush spreading across her cheeks.
“Done,” she breathes, dropping her phone onto the nearby console table. “Told her I got caught up with work and I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Twenty minutes?” I raise an eyebrow, dragging my thumb slowly across her swollen clit. “Ambitious. I planned to take my time with you.”
She whimpers. “Please, Landon.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, rewarding her obedience with a soft bite on her inner thigh that makes her gasp. “So fucking perfect when you beg.”
I return my mouth to her center, no longer teasing but devouring. Her taste is addictive—sweet and distinctly Sadie. I flatten my tongue against her, applying firm pressure as I drag it upward, circling her clit before sucking it between my lips.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, the slight pain only intensifying my own arousal. I groan against her, the vibration making her cry out. This—her pleasure, her surrender—has become my obsession.
I slide two fingers inside her, curving them upward to find that spot that makes her legs shake. Her walls tighten around my fingers immediately, telling me she’s already close.
I increase the pace of my fingers, continuing to curl them against that spot inside her while my tongue laps at her clit. Sadie’s thighs tremble against my face, her breathing growing ragged. Her walls clench around my fingers, and I know she’s right there.
“Come for me, little butterfly,” I growl against her sensitive flesh. “Now.”
Her body obeys, bucking against my mouth as the orgasm tears through her. I don’t let up, working her through every pulse, drinking in her release like a man dying of thirst. The sounds she makes—half-sobbing, half-moaning—drive my own arousal to painful heights.
“Landon,” she gasps, tugging at my hair. “Please, I need more. I need you inside me.”
I look up, still kneeling before her, and the sight nearly undoes me. Her skin flushed pink, pupils blown wide with desire, lips parted.
Mine. All fucking mine.
“Beg for it properly,” I demand, rising to my feet while keeping my fingers inside her. “Beg for my cock.”
“Please,” she whimpers as I twist my fingers. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, Landon.”
I withdraw my fingers and unzip my pants in one fluid motion, freeing my painfully hard erection. Gripping her thighs, I lift her against the wall.
“Hold on,” I command, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I position myself at her entrance and thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one savage stroke. We both cry out at the sensation.
“Fuck, Sadie,” I groan, setting a brutal pace. “So fucking tight.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pound into her. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. The possessiveness that floods me borders on madness
“You feel so good,” she moans against my lips. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I grip her ass harder, angling her to take me deeper. “Never,” I promise, driving into her with abandon. “Never fucking stopping. Mine,” I growl against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps, head thrown back, exposing more of her neck to me. “I’m yours, Landon.”
I shift my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her entire body tense. Her inner walls clench around me, drawing me deeper. The feeling is exquisite torture—tight, wet heat gripping my cock with each thrust.
“Look at me,” I demand. “I want to see your eyes when you come again.”
Sadie’s gaze locks with mine. The vulnerability there, the complete surrender, feels like a freight train crashing into me. This—this connection—is what I’ve been chasing my entire life without knowing it.
“Harder,” she pleads, nails digging crescents into my shoulders. “Please.”
I comply, resuming my relentless pace, my grip on her ass tight enough to bruise. A picture frame next to us rattles, threatening to fall. I couldn’t care less if the entire penthouse collapsed around us.
“Touch yourself,” I command, adjusting my hold to free one of her hands. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Her fingers slide between our bodies, finding her swollen clit. The sensation of her walls beginning to flutter around me nearly sends me over the edge.
I grit my teeth. “That’s it, little butterfly,” I encourage, watching her face contort with building pleasure. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”
Her inner walls clamp down around me as her orgasm hits, and I capture her mouth in a frantic kiss, swallowing her cries.
The feeling of her pulsing around my cock unravels me.
White-hot pleasure races up my spine as I thrust deep one final time, emptying myself inside her with a guttural groan against her lips.
“Fuck, Sadie,” I pant. Our tongues tangle as the aftershocks ripple through both of us.
I hold her against the wall until our breathing steadies, savoring the connection of our joined bodies. When I finally lower her to the floor, her legs are like jelly. I watch with satisfaction as a trickle of my release slides down her inner thigh.
“Don’t move,” I command, retrieving her discarded panties from the floor.
I drop to my knees before her—a gesture I’d make for no one else. Carefully, I guide her feet through the lace openings, then slowly drag the fabric up her legs. I pause to press a possessive kiss against her sensitive core before covering her with the delicate material.
“There,” I murmur, rising to my feet. I cup her face in my hands, thumb brushing her lower lip. “Now you can go to lunch.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “Like this?”
I smirk, leaning close to whisper in her ear. “I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you during lunch, soaking these pretty panties. Every time you shift in your seat, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
A pretty blush spreads across Sadie’s cheeks at my filthy command, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she smooths down her skirt and straightens her blouse, attempting to look presentable despite what we did.
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” she says.
“Take as long as you need,” I reply. “Just... be careful.”
She steps forward, rising on her toes to press her lips against mine. “I will,” she promises against my mouth before pulling away.
I watch her walk to the door, feeling a twist in my chest as she glances back once more. The sound of the door clicking shut echoes in the sudden silence of my penthouse.
Fuck.
I’m in love with her.
The thought ought to terrify me, ought to spark the urge to cage her, to govern every breath so she could never escape. Instead, I see the truth for what it is: Sadie Reynolds has cut straight into my heart and taken it as wholly as I’ve claimed her body.
I will never get it back. And worse—I don’t want to.
For the first time in my life, I understand what my brothers meant about vulnerability. This woman holds the power to destroy me completely, and I’ve handed it to her willingly.
I’m utterly, irrevocably fucked.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.