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Assistant: Title: God of Deceit
        Author: myevervale myevervale 
        Chapter: 19/80 
        Summary: I’ve never been anything but a deceitful s@d@st. A puppet master pulling the strings of everyone around me with chilling precision. But my perfectly crafted world is disrupted when my nemesis Jeremy Volkov exposes his intense and possessive fixation on me. One that evolves into a dangerously twisted bond neither of us saw coming. As he shatters my carefully constructed facade, I find myself ensnared in a web of dark secrets and disturbing revelations. The line between predator and prey blurs in a dark, twisted labyrinth where stalkers lurk in the shadows, and control is an illusion slipping through my fingers—a sinister battle where the hunter becomes the hunted.
        Contents: Chapter 19: Chapter 18
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Jeremy
Landon King has reached deep into the depths of my soul and left an indelible mark upon me. It’s strange, how his touch lingers on my skin, imprinting itself upon every fiber of my being, like a brand seared into my very essence. He’s woven himself into the fabric of my existence, as if he's stolen a piece of me that I didn’t know I was holding onto. And now he’s the only thing I’ll be holding onto with a deadly grip. He’ll never escape me, not after he let me f@ck his brains out until I almost p@ssed out on top of him and felt my soul leave my f@ck@ng body.  As I slowly wake up from the depths of exhaustion, my eyelids flutter open to reveal a sight that shocks me to my core. Landon is dragging his nails down my chest as he f@ck@ng rides my c@ck with a maddening pace. “You’re awake,” he comments dryly, as if he didn’t just sit on my c@ck in my f@ck@ng sleep.For a moment, I’m stunned into silence, grappling with the realization that we’re now equals in this intricate dance of desire and control. Because who the f@ck else would do anything close to this? Gone is the imbalance that once existed between us, replaced instead by a fragile equilibrium that hangs between us like a taut wire.The little sh@t has stolen my f@ck@ng power, @sserting his dominance over me in a way I never expected.Why do I kind of like it? Jesus f@ck@ng Christ. I didn’t even know a man’s hips could move that way, let alone rotate like that. The way he completely takes over and plays with my body, using it for his pleasure, sends me into f@ck@ng oblivion. “Look at me,” he breathes as he rolls his hips. I haven’t noticed that my eyes have been shut closed until he f@ck@ng slaps me. “Look at me when I ride you,” he snarls.“F@ck, Landon.” “Don’t p@ss out on me, sweetheart,” he says in that teasing tone of his with a menacing smirk as if I’m not about to f@ck@ng lose consciousness again. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and he’s enjoying every moment of it. “F@ck@ng brat. You’re too good at this.” “Don’t worry, baby. Promise you’re my first.”“Don’t f@ck@ng call me baby.” His cruel, twisted smirk flares my nostrils. “No? It seems quite fitting when you’re shaking underneath me like this.” “I’m not f@ck@ng shaking.”“Mmm. Yeah, you are. Bet you liked that, didn’t you? Waking up with an @rs@ milking your c@ck.”“F@ck you.” The glimmer in his eyes holds a manic intensity, drawing me in like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the mesmerizing chaos that he radiates. He moans like a filthy wh@r@, arching his back, and circling his hips around my hard c@ck like some f@ck@ng expert. “F@ck, I love your c@ck,” he grunts as he throws his head back, cracked breaths rushing out of him. I dig my nails into his thighs, scratching at the skin. “Do you? Like the way I fill you up, hm?”“Mhm.”“You’ll like the way my c@m fills you up too.”His wicked smirk never falters. “Let me get us there then.” Let me. Us. Holy f@ck@ng sh@t. My breath catches in my throat when he lifts his hips and sink down onto my c@ck with a frenzied slam, both hands gripping the headboard as he rides me. His moves are like an aphrodisiac to my lungs, spinning my head and releasing the wildest moans out of me. Still, I manage to grit through my teeth, “You’re not in charge here.”“The sounds you’re making beg to differ.” His grin was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, leaving me craving more and more. He’s unbelievably s@xy. Confident and seductive in the most sensual, euphoric way. He has me groaning, sweating and moaning underneath him. It’s like a switch had flipped between us. And I can’t say I hate it. “Faster, baby. Show me how in control you can be.”“Lay back then. I’m going to f@ck that arrogance out of you.” “You talking about arrogance?” I snort, arching a brow. He c@cks his head to the side nonchalantly. “I’m a narcissist, sweetheart. What’s your excuse?”I glare daggers at him. “Stop f@ck@ng calling me that. Do I look like a sweetheart?” He pouts, and it rushes straight to my c@ck as usual. “But your lips taste so sweet.”“Oh.”“Jeremy, I’m so close.” He clenches his ass, making my head spin. “Mmm. You’re so thick, stretching me out so good.” “Bounce on it. F@ck yourself on my c@ck, I want to watch.” “Oh, f@ck,” he moans, his back arching when I grip his ass, spreading him apart for me. “Feel good?”“Mhm.” He uses his hold on the headboard to piston his hips, rolling and swivelling his ass on my c@ck to his liking. His mouth falls open when he hits his prostate, shamelessly moaning and clenching around me all at once. My nails scratch and mark his ass as he lifts it and slams it down my length, over and over until I can hardly breathe. He’s so f@ck@ng tight, his ass clenching around my c@ck like a vice grip, practically shaking on top of me. It’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen. “Do you feel it?” he pants. “How easily your c@ck slips in and out of my @rs@?”“That’s because I f@ck@ng own it, baby.”“Or maybe it’s because your c@ck was custom-made for me.” I raise a hand to smack against his ass. “Arrogant brat.”His manic laughter rings in my ears. “Mmm. You love it.”I click my tongue. “Make me come, then we’ll talk about what I love.”  “Careful what you wish for.” I shake my head, my hands squeezing his round ass. “So f@ck@ng mine.” He slaps my hands away, a sadistic shine sparkling his starlit eyes. “You may be inside of me but let me show you how it feels to be f@ck@d by a King.” His mouth twitches, not able to hold back that devilish smirk to save his life. Then, he loses it. All at once, he rides my c@ck with a frenzied rhythm, the mattress sliding against the bed-frame as he f@cks himself like a crazed man. I don’t even know how he manages to hit his prostate while shaking and moaning, and yet maintain his hold on the headboard. He’s f@ck@ng brutal with his movements, not giving a single f@ck about anything except chasing his @rg@sm. It’s eccentric to watch. Landon clenches and clenches until his ass is gripping my c@ck so hard that I can’t hold back my groans of pleasure every time I feel those muscles tightening around me. He’s practically begging me to come inside him and stuff his ass full of my c@m. As if he needs it. “F@ck, Landon,” I groan the faster he rides me. He looks down on me with a look that’s nothing but pure malice. “That good? Yeah, you look like you’re enjoying it, baby.”“F@ck off.”“What are you enjoying, hm?” He leans forward so that I can feel his hot, minty breath against my mouth. “The way I use your c@ck like my own personal toy?”My nostrils flare and I lift my hand to deliver a harsh slap to his cheek, yet that sadistic gleam in his eyes never breaks.“Hit me all you want, sweetheart, but you’ll never change the facts.” His manic grin is provoking, irritating and f@ck@ng delirious. “You’re only mine to ride, all mine to look at from this angle.”“You’ve got it all f@ck@ng wrong, baby.”“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, stroking my tattooed chest and gripping a pec. “So strong. So sexy aren’t you, Jeremy?” he whispers with that seductive, playful tone that rushes all the blood to my c@ck, stealing my breaths one by one. “F@ck.” “Come for me, Jeremy,” he orders, tugging on my hair and leaning forwards to mimic the way I sank my teeth into his own neck, yet this time he ravishes my skin and makes a pure mess of it. My thighs tremble with him sitting on them, and the @rg@sm washes over me in long bursts. It’s no less that exploding, mind shattering and completely consuming. I never thought I’d be into somnophilia in that way, but everything about Landon makes it hard not to be. He rides me through my @rg@sm, his hips moving faster and crazier until my vision blurs. He comes right after me, back arching and thighs smacking against mine as he continues to bounce on my c@ck. He looks like a f@ck@ng sex god when he @rg@sms, muscles clenching and ass clenching around me. He takes it all so good, every f@ck@ng inch of me. I knew he would. He falls on top of me, our chests pressed together, burying his nose in my hair. “You sore yet, baby?”“I’ve been sore,” he mumbles into my neck.“And you sat on my c@ck anyway?”“Mhm.”He’s f@ck@ng insane. I love it. “You falling asleep?”“Mhm.”“I bet you’re tired. That sweet ass can only take so much, hm?” “Mmm,” his voice slurs, indicating that he’s definitely about to doze off. Perfect. A little gasp erupts from his throat when I suddenly flip us, and grip his thighs to drag him to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” Landon groans. “I’m not done with you just yet, baby. I can still tire you a little more. You can take it.”Blue, angry eyes glare daggers at me. “Turn around.” “Why?”I lift a hand, pointing a finger at the mirror in the corner that puts both of us in view from this position. Landon, who was a second away from falling asleep, looks more alert now yet still not fully awake. Even better. “Don’t you want to watch yourself, baby?” I use his own narcissism as ammunition against him, and he definitely realises but chooses his own pleasure over defying me and rolls over. “Bend over,” I bite the shell of his ear with a low whisper. He bends his back, the curve of his spine making my mouth water, and when he pushes his ass back onto my c@ck I’m sure this night will end with me falling unconscious on top of him. “F@ck, baby.” I grab one of his cheeks, squeezing it in my hands. “Look at you.” He looks up at the mirror and f@ck@ng smirks. At himself. I almost come inside him right then. I groan, sinking my c@ck deeper into the hot warmth of his ass. “You know you’re gorgeous, don’t you?”“Of course I do.”“Always so f@ck@ng arrogant.” I say, before I deliver a harsh slap to his cheek that makes him jolt with a gasp. “F@ck.” He hisses, fists clenched on the sheets. “Mmm, you look so pretty like this. Legs spread wide for me and ass in the air. You look all mine.”“I’m not f@ck@ng yours.”“No?” My lips twitch before I lift my hand and smack it on his cheek again, and the f@ck@ng moan he lets out blurs my senses. “You like that. Don’t you, baby?”“No.”“Yeah, you do.” I slap him again and he moans again. “What would your cute little club think about you liking having your ass spanked by your rival, hm?”“Shut the f@ck up.”“Or better, your enemies?” “Shut up.”“What would they say?” I tease further. “I can think of a certain word that would come out of their mouths.”“Say it. I f@ck@ng dare you,” he snarls. I slap him again before I press my chest against his back, fisting his hair and lowering my mouth to his ear. “Sl@t,” I whisper, my voice provoking and distorted. “F@ck you,” he growls before the little sh@t is shoving his hips back onto my c@ck, and f@ck@ng clenching his ass around me. I slightly wince at how hard he squeezes himself around my length. “F@ck.”“I’m going to kill you.”I lift an amused brow “With your ass?” “Yeah. Get the f@ck off me,” he tries to f@ck@ng elbow me while my c@ck is buried inches inside him. I pull his hair. “I told you, you can take a little more. Well, a lot more.”“Jeremy..” Landon groans. “I’m so sore.”A cruel laugh slips out of me. “You think I f@ck@ng care?” “F@ck.. don’t stop.”“Never.” I grip his hips, digging my nails into his skin, and pull out to drive back into him again.“God,” He moans again, sounding like music to my ears, those moans are so f@ck@ng filthy. Just like him. He sounds like a f@ck@ng wh@r@. Hearing him break apart for me twists something dark and deranged inside me. I reach out and pinch his nipple, and hear him almost cry out. “Are you crying, baby? My c@ck that good?”“Shut the f@ck up.” I shut him up real good when I start f@ck@ng him raw in a repetitive motion. Thrusting deep inside him until his ass clenches around my c@ck again, completely swallowing my length. “Oh, f@ck, baby. Keep clenching your ass like that and I won’t ever pull out.” Landon growls and manages to push his ass back, f@ck@ng himself on my c@ck. The friction he creates with his hips from the bottom sends me into a state of immense pleasure. I shake my head, “You’re so f@ck@ng dirty. Always playing dirty.” I twist his nipple this time, and an inhumane sound slips out of him. I reach for his face, specifically his eyes, and find a light moisture. “Get your hands off me.” “You are crying.” “I’m not.”I pull out and angle my hips to thrust into a certain spot, and Landon’s legs start shaking as he cries out, “Jeremy!”I groan at the beautiful sound. “Mmm, that’s right, baby. Let me hear who owns you.”“Go f@ck yourself,” he spits. “Should I?” I sink my teeth into his neck, making him watch with a tight grip on his hair. It’s the most erotic image I’ve ever f@ck@ng seen. He doesn’t seem to be a fan, by the way he snarls and clenches so hard, forcing me to let go of his hair. He drops his head back to mattress, putting himself at perfect position for my nails to claw down his back. I brand him with my marks, making anyone that would dare to look at him know he’s well f@ck@ng taken. Owned. He looks like my property in every sense possible. With the red marks on his ass, the deep scratches down his back, the hickeys that cover his throat. He’s all f@ck@ng mine. The realisation leads me to grip his waist and plunge my c@ck deep into him until his knees give out. “F@ck,” his moans almost sound like cries from the way they’re muffled by the sheets. I fist his hair, whispering in his ear, “Beg me to stop.”He scowls. “F@ck off.”I pull harder, making him wince. “Or don’t. Show me how needy you are for my c@ck to fill you up. How needy you are to be stuffed full of my c@m like you have no other reason.”“I f@ck@ng hate you,” he barks.“Hate me all you want, baby. Doesn’t change the facts,” I spit his own words right back at him as I pound into his sweet spot, making Landon loose his mind. His moans have turned into screams as he calls my name over and over. I smirk, “Look at you, all bent over and screaming my name like a dirty wh@r@.”  “Shut the f@ck up.” I keep hitting his spot, and once he starts panting, the smile of the devil tugging at my lips. He’s so f@ck@ng sexy. I love that I’m the one wrecking him like this. The only one. The fact that he’s never let anyone touch him there ignites a fire inside me. “F@ck@ng mine.” I growl as I pull his hips closer to me and f@ck him until his last breathe. “F@ck..” he moans as he arches his back again. “F@ck, this feels so..” “So what?”“So f@ck@ng good.” he whines, “Harder, Jeremy.” I grab his cheek with my palm and squeeze, making him push his own ass up against my touch. “F@ck, Landon. You’re so f@ck@ng sexy.” I slam harder and tougher into him, with a dark possession taking over me with the need to keep hearing him scream my name. “Jeremy..”“Louder, baby.” I pull his head up by a grip on his hair and he groans when I place my hand on his lower back and f@ck him like a f@ck@ng toy. He sounds like he’s close to his release, and a devious smirk pulls at my lips at the full control I have over his body right now. I could do whatever the f@ck I want with him. He’s trapped underneath me.“I’m so close..”He reaches a hand down to his c@ck but I quickly twist his wrist before he can get close. “Jeremy,” he scowls. “Not until I come.”“F@ck you.”“Make me come, Landon. With your hips. Untouched. Only you can do that to me, baby.”My words seem to have transfixed something malicious inside him as he slams his hips up at an angle that releases a groan of pain out of me, “F@ck.” He does it again and I smack his ass but he only continues with a different angle this time. This f@ck@ng brat. Just before I’m about to strangle him, he clenches his ass tightly around my c@ck and I suddenly can’t breathe. My @rg@sm slams through me as my vision blurs and I almost fall on top of him while my c@m drowns his ass. His ass welcomes every drop, milking it desperately. I still manage to stand up right as I f@ck him into his own @rg@sm, till he screams and arches his back with a cry that pulls a pleased smile at my lips. “Jeremy! F@ck..” Landon’s legs shake around my c@ck as he struggles to catch his breath. He looks f@ck@ng breathtaking like this. All f@ck@ng mine. I wrap my arm around his stomach and lift him up towards the middle of the bed, dropping my whole body on top of him. We both lose consciousness faster than we take our next breaths.'
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