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“You’re doing so well for me.”
“Don’t stop.” I’m certainly not above begging.
“Look at you, perfect and beautiful with your ass full and pussy throbbing.”
He’s such a gorgeous asshole.
I’m pretty sure I say something to that effect out loud. Thorne bites off a low chuckle.
“Please.”
“Such a sweet thing when you beg, Foxglove. But you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Seductive, gliding fingers keep moving up and down the length of my arms. I don’t answer him, at least not out loud. Instead my mind is a swirling duality of sensation.
“Watch.” He commands. Guiding my attention back in the direction of the fight going on. The backdrop to this man’s devious game of edging me into oblivion.
I want to tell him no. In fact, I’d rather straddle him and ride him and screw this stupid fight night and everyone in this room because they can all go jump off a cliff for all I care. But instead, I raise my eyes, and what I see is the moment a switch flips inside my wolf. It’s as if, up until now, he’s been humoring his opponent. As he looks over at me, limp and flushed against Thorne’s chest, his lip curls into a dangerous snarl.
His fist shoots out, connecting with the other man’s jaw. The force sends the man’s head snapping backward with a sickening crunch.
The guy crumples into a heap.
I have no idea if he’s still alive.
Raven wins amid an eruption of noise and screaming adoration from the ocean of skull masks clamoring for a speck of his attention.
But his coal-black eyes are only on me.
48
How the hell we made it back to the compound without pulling the car over and fucking on the side of the road, I have no idea.
Thorne wasn’t taking any chances. Forcing me to drive and being a gorgeous, controlling asshole keeping Fox glued to his lap in the back seat.
But, no matter how much she begged, he refused to touch her. Just whispered filthy shit in her ear to keep her right on edge and looked at me in the rearview mirror the whole time.
Jesus, that man is on a different level when this kind of mood strikes.
My cock is leaking everywhere, and I’m coiled so tight by the time we get home I can’t even think straight. Ven is already there, his bike parked up, and I can almost see the skidded tire marks.
He yanks open the door beside Thorne with a snarl and lifts Fox out. His face is cut to shit and bruised from the fight, and he really should be icing his fucking knuckles right now, but he’ll be as wound up as I am.
The two of them put on a fucking show, alright.
Now we have to wait and see what that public performance might have done to bring more information to light about whoever is daring to threaten our girl.
“Your face…” Fox might be dangling on the precipice of coming after the way Thorne’s been tormenting her all night, but she’s looking at Ven with wide eyes. She cares, and fuck if that doesn’t make me fall for this purple-haired beauty even more.
“Come on his tongue, and you’ll make it all better, baby girl.” I slide up behind them and throw Ven a grin. He’s looked worse. The handsome asshole will live.
Fox clings to him, gazing up at the evidence of his win. She raises a hand, but hovers over his skin, not wanting to touch him, but at the same time dying to do so. “I was so worried about you.”
He makes a grunting noise, but keeps a tight hold of her hips.
“And you looked so fucking hot up there.” Oh, the little minx. She’s playing with fire now.
Ven growls and nips her lip between his teeth, tugging on it roughly. Fox simply dissolves.
I know the exact feeling.
