Page 89 of Vicious Knight
Most people would stop and take that silence as a warning but I keep going until the bottle is empty.
When it is, I set it down on the table.
Thorne stands, rising like Poseidon in the ocean.
“Wrong move, Bambi. Wrong move.”
The same madness is still with me because I raise my hand and slap him across his cheek.
“My name is not Bambi. And I am not your fucking toy. How dare you stop me from going on my trip just to insult me like this?” I glance at the girls. “I hate you.”
I whirl around and march away, knowing I have to leave. Not just leave the party. Leave Raventhorn.
Leaving Raventhorn is my only escape.
It might still mean death, but I have to try something.
Something different from this.
I race up the stairs to Thorne’s room and grab my clothes. The moment I pick them up, he’s at the door.
He walks in, slamming it so hard behind him the ornament on a shelf nearby falls to the ground and breaks.
The other day when I was speaking to Aiden and Thorne got mad, he was scary, but now he looks a different kind of scary.
The kind that tells you you should be running and never looking back. Not staying frozen to the spot the way I am.
Thorne advances toward me and grabs the clothes out of my hand with such force my top tears.
“Leave me alone.” I try to hit out at him but he catches my wrist and yanks my jeans away from me, tossing them to the side.
“You really must have one hell of a deathwish.” In one quick move he picks me up and shoves me against the wall, barricading me with his body.
“Let me go.”
“No. It seems like you need a reminder, Annika.”
“Stop calling me that. You’re so cruel.” He’s hurting my wrist.
“I haven’t begun to show you just how cruel I can be, Annika.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yes, please.”
His mouth covers mine hungrily, sending spirals of ecstasy ravaging through me like a river of fire.
I want to push him away but he turns up the heat and the kiss morphs into the carnal sinful kind that robs me of all reasoning. Shivers of desire race across my skin, leaving me breathless and helpless to its potent power.
Thorne is the last man I should allow myself to feel such aching desire for, but here I am again.
“If you wanted me all you had to do was say the word, Annika,” Thorne speaks through his merciless kisses.
“I don’t want you.” The sultry tone of my voice gives me away for the liar I am.
“Isn’t that why you got jealous?”
He presses his hard body into me, forcing the bulge of his cock into my belly while he cups my sex. “Answer me.” He slips his finger into my bikini bottoms and pushes into my pussy.