Page 84 of Liar
“Don’t I fucking know it. Go find a guy who’ll—”
“I’m not talking about your good side.”
He freezes, ducking his chin so he can take a closer look at me. “What?”
My lower lip trembles. I bite down on it, drawing on the pain to keep going. “I’ve been drawn to your dark side since the first moment I met you. It’s why I’m in this position—with Zeke’s blood on my hands, Savannah’s secret in my head, and your cum inside me.”
Thorne hikes his brows, clearly not expecting that last part to come from my innocent lips.
Bolstered, I step closer. “There’s a part of me that you bring out. An emotion that I like. I’m addicted to your hands on me. I ache for you to be inside me whenever we’re apart. All I can think of is your hands on my neck and the approval I seek when you order me around—I’ve never experienced this kind of sensation before.” I rub my chest again, this time, not from pain. My heart’s beating in tune with my desires. Just the thought of having Thorne again shortens my breaths. “I want you to teach me new things. I’m invested in this terrible world of yours, and I … I don’t want it to stop. If that makes me a bad person, then—”
“You are so far from rotten,” he says hoarsely. “You are a rose with its thorns clipped. You’re safe and beautiful and—”
“—and wild.” I take one more step, leaving just a tiny space between us. “Maybe I started out with perfect petals in my old life with the Becketts, but when Malcolm brought me here, he threw me into the wild. And with you, I’m thriving.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t have the right to—”
“I have the right to.” I point at myself. “I do. And I choose to stay with you.”
For the first time, Thorne regards me with a wide-open stare. “Ember … you can’t.”
“Too late.” I grab him by the collar of his cloak and pull him in.
Thorne’s lips are cold and unmoving at first. I glide my tongue along the seam, teasing them open. Delicate and light, enjoying his resistance as much as he likes mine when he goes after me. I lift on my tippy-toes and angle my head, covering his hard lines with my soft mouth, and…
A shuddering growl vibrates through his body. Thorne grabs me by the upper arms and slams me into the side of his car, covering my entire body with his form.
His dick is a hard piece of granite spearing through his pants and into my stomach. His teeth are sharp as they bite down on my lower lip and pull. Blood bursts between us. I dig my fingers into the backs of his shoulders, dragging them toward his neck. Wrapping them around his throat, pressing and squeezing until his breath shudders out, I feel his pulse against my fingertips like it’s my own.
Our tongues entwine, warring with and petting the other in sharp, biting intervals. I breathe in his exhales, drawing his sweet taste all the way down my throat. Feral moans escape through my lips as I claw at him, willing to strip him naked in the freezing weather if only to feel his coldness brush up against my own.
On a restrained groan, he breaks our kiss. “As much as I’d like to paint this car with all the juice you’re collecting for me, we have to move.”
I nod, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Now that the headiness is leaving, I’m second-guessing my sinful confessions to him. As if Thorne wants some inexperienced, obsessed girl who he went too far with and is now regretting. He could have anyone he wants, a woman with more skills and maturity than one who’s basically admitted to the equivalent of dabbling in the dark arts in her pink bedroom while her wholesome parents are asleep.
Thorne seems to sense the direction of my thoughts. He frowns, but his eyes soften. “Come on. Why don’t we put your violent streak to work.”
That brings out a small smile. One I’m not too comfortable wearing just yet.
“Stay in the black cloak and put your hood up to cover your face,” he continues while fixing his. “I expect all members to be in their robes when we enter. You’ll look like a Noble freshman.” He hesitates, then states grimly, “I’ll have to leave you to be by my father’s side.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Don’t let a single member figure out who you are. Not until I have a better picture of what’s going on down there.”
“I don’t plan on it.” I cover my head with the velvet hood. “Any ideas on how to get Malcolm out of there? Do you think he’ll be kept in the same crypt I was? I can probably let him out before anyone sees.”
“My gut says no. Father enjoys a spectacle. Whatever he has planned will be in front of the Societies.”
I flutter my lips on a disappointed exhale. “Yeah, that’d be too easy.”
Thorne pulls out his phone and fires off a quick text. “Jaxon will find you. Stay close to him while I’m not.” He pockets his phone, looks to the school, then back at me. “You ready?”
I nod. Thorne holds out his hand then thinks better of it, squeezing it into a fist and letting it drop to his side.
I pretend I don’t see it as I walk past him.
“Stay near the edges,” he mutters as we head to the hidden door. He pulls his hood up, the luxurious, dark fabric framing his angles and obscuring the hollows of his face. My very own gorgeous Grim Reaper.