RUTHLESS KINGS: THE LANDON BROTHERS

We drove down a clear road, surrounded by mountains and hills, and then through cave-like closings.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

"I’m taking you home, Emmah Landon," Gideon said, and he looked at me with that goddamn devastating crooked grin.

"It's Emmah Huxley. We're divorced." I reminded him.

"Yet, you're wearing a ring that would stop other men from coming close." He winked at me, obviously pleased with himself.

I ignored him. But why do I have a ring on my goddamn finger? Let's see... I'm yet to get over Gideon... Of course not. I just didn't want to be disturbed by any man, relationship-wise. And... Well, and nothing.

"This is not the road to my home," I said, my fingers nervously circling around my ring finger.

I saw him flick his eyes over to me, and there was something almost predatory in that lazy, easy smile. "It is now," he said.

I tried not to look at the muscles in his arms or how his legs were spread carelessly open. What the fuck is he planning to do with me.

We finally broke through the cave-like closings and took the next turn that brought us into some sort of driveway that led directly to the big gate of his home.

My hands trembled slightly as Gideon pulled the car door open for me. I silently followed him, in awe of my surroundings and the colossal wealth, that was beyond anything I could comprehend.

As we were still climbing the steps, the entrance door pulled open, revealing a uniformed woman. She had a round face and a motherly figure.

When her eyes rested on me, her features turned soft. It seemed like she had seen someone she'd known for years. She stepped aside so that we could come in.

"Hannah, this is my wife, Emmah. She's back home. She's here to rest for a while before we decide if it's best to move to town or stay back here in the countryside. Settle her into our room." Gideon said.

Did he just say our room? Now this is getting serious. "I think I'll prefer a room to myself for now. All of this requires getting used to and I want to take my time." Luckily for me, Hannah agreed and so did Gideon.

"Move a few of her stuff to the room next to mine then." He grumbled.

"Yes, Sir," she replied immediately with a deeply respectful nod.

My things... The surprises just keep coming one after the other. He introduced me to his dogs by the side, a Wolfhound and a German shepherd.

"That’s Cooper and Charlie." He pointed.

I wasn't a big fan of dogs, but I was surprised when Cooper, the Wolfhound, got up and ambled toward me, snuffling my hand inquisitively.

I ran my hands over his soft head. Charlie greeted Gideon with enthusiasm, and Gideon scratched his head and headed inside. I didn’t know what to do, so I followed him.

He led me into his house and announced, "Welcome home."

I stepped into the most intimidating, beautifully furnished house I've seen in a while. How in god's name am I going to talk Gideon out of this? He has always been a mule when he's determined to do something. Which meant it would not be easy to talk him out of this whole ridiculous idea of getting married again.

If only I could get access to my phone or any phone, I could arrange for some kind of Uber to take me home. Hannah chose that moment to reappear.

"Your room is ready, Missus. Can I lead you to freshen up?" She asked so nicely.

I gave Gideon an evil glare but he responded with a wicked smirk. His driver came into the living room and I watched him fix the car keys on a hook beside the foot of the stairs. I decided to follow Hannah, at least to give myself time to think.

But Gideon sidestepped and grabbed me, pulling me aside. Hannah turned to us and smiled. Then she hurried away from the room, leaving me behind.

Gideon gathered me in his arms and kissed me. I made a little squeak of surprise. He put a hand on the small of my lower back, tugging me closer to him so that our bodies were pressed together.

I felt his kiss like a fire on my skin, sending flickering flames up and down my body and pooling in my pussy.

He put another hand on the back of my neck and pushed me up against a console table just beside the foot of the stairs. I fought the urge to curve my body around him, to relax into his hold. I wanted to wrap my legs around him, feel him on me.

But instead, I put my hands on his broad chest and pushed. I wasn't surprised to feel the hardness of his erection pressing into me as he put a leg around mine, drawing me even closer. I broke away, trying to control my breathing.

"What are you doing?" I squeaked, trying to make my voice sound angry instead of aroused.

Gideon put an arm on the table on either side of me, trapping me in place, forcing me to crane my head to look up at him as his big dick dug into my belly.

"Isn’t it obvious?" he said, putting two fingers gently on my chin.

His closeness brought back memories, lots of them, memories that made my heart beat crazily.

"But why? I asked, somewhat stupidly.

He looked at me, his forehead wrinkling in confusion. "Because you’re mine now," he said simply.

"Gideon no, let's talk about this like two adults. It doesn't have to be this way." I protested angrily.

I have a life to live. I still want to start up my beauty line, I have plans for myself. He was the one that asked for a divorce three years ago. Breaking my heart and our marriage. What the hell does he want again?

Instead of offering me an answer, he kissed me again, his tongue forcing my mouth to open to accept his. He kissed me like it hurt him not to, like he wanted nothing else in the world besides the feel of his tongue on mine.

I felt a flutter of panic and confusion. It was dangerous how much of a pull I still felt toward him. I had to get away as soon as I could. Because there was nothing more dangerous than what Gideon could do to me.

He would break all the walls I've built and ruin my heart in the process. He placed me on the console table, pushed my dress up, and ran his hands up my bare thighs.

The feel of his strong hands on me made my skin buzz with lust and need. I squeaked and tried to get away, feeling light-headed.

"Put me down," I said.

"No," Gideon replied, leaning in closer, forcing my thighs to spread wider so that his erection pressed against my panties, making my breath come in little gasps.

"What do you mean, no!" I exclaimed, trying to push him away.

But his rough hands held me fast. His eyes were burning and I felt like the heat from his body was going to ignite and consume me.

"I mean no, Emmah. I mean, you’re mine now, and I’m not going to let you go, ever again."

"I’m not yours..." I began, but with one impatient hand, he reached under my dress, up my thighs, and to where my pussy had soaked my panties.

He ran a big finger down my slit and I heard him rumble with satisfaction.

"Baby, you’re lying to me but your body isn’t."

He had just yanked my panties to one side when a loud knock came on the door. 'Thank God'.