“A weak human, right. Only the great Thorin Bloodwood can hurt me,” I hiss.
No fucking way am I letting him speak to me like this.
“I am no longer the concern of the club, as I am not a club girl anymore. I am notyours, as you have made a point of telling me for years. So back the fuck off, Thorin. You have no right telling me what to do. I have people looking out for me, and we will handle anything that comes at us,” I snap at him.
His head dips closer, and I can smell his copper scent that has me fighting back a moan. Before I can react to his closeness, I tilt my head to the side, offering up my neck like some hussy. His lips connect with my throat, the sensation cool, making a shiver run down my spine.
A low moan slips free when he nips at my skin. The little act is enough to make me feel alive in a way I never thought could happen.
“You will always be my concern, along with the club.” His voice is deep, making me shiver.
A smirk slips across his face, and my eyes widen. Thorin never smirks at me; he grunts, growls and scolds me, but never smirks.
What the hell is happening? Did I die downstairs?
“You will always be my concern. For years, I have held back…”
“Held back what? Keeping me safe, because from where I was standing all you did was hurt me” I remind him.
His body is rigid, but right now, he needs to know that I am not holding back anymore.
“I did what I had to do, to protect you.” His voice is a little harder, but his eyes are soft.
“No, Thorin, you did nothing to protect me. You would have to care about me to protect me, and I know firsthand that you do not give a shit about me. So let’s call this what it is: I am not mooning over you anymore at the club, and you hate it. You used to get off on seeing my pain.
“Like just now, you have made it clear that you think I am a weak pathetic human who will never be good enough for you. I once thought that you would be my savior, my love, my one.” I scoff, shaking my head while he just looks at me with his dark eyes.
“I am fucking done letting you be the villain in my life, Thorin Blackwood. I am no longer your concern, and I will have Winger pull the prospects from my watch, which I know about, by the way.”
In a flash, his hand is around my throat, not enough to hurt me, but enough to let me know that he is in control. A jolt of pleasure rushes to my core as he looks me in the eyes, and I swear I hear him mutter, ‘good girl’when I stop resisting.
I fight the urge to lean forward and kiss him, with him being this close to me.
He bears his fangs to me, and my pussy floods. Then he sniffs the air, sensing my arousal.Damn it.The corner of his mouth tilts up, and I both gush over the look and want to bash his head in.
What can I say, this man drives me fucking insane.
“I will always be your villain, baby.” He runs his nose over my jawline, breathing me in. “I can also be your hero; you just have to let it happen.”
My soul feels his pull, and my heart hammers inside of my chest, fighting to meet up with his dead one.
Every inch of my body is tingling. My hips arch toward him, and he feels it. Why can’t I fight him on this?
Licking my lips, his gaze drops to my mouth. A growl slips free, and he inches closer. I wait for him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lets out a chuckle, then does something that if it were anyone else, they would get my knee in their balls.
Slowly dragging his tongue across my lips, I inhale. It is erotic, intimate, and hot as hell.
Thorin just licked my lips.
My eyes flutter closed, and my body hums with deep intense lust for this man.
“That is just a taste, baby. Be warned.”
I hear a faint whooshing sound, and my eyes spring open, and I see that I am in the office alone.
Letting out the breath I was holding, I sink to the floor. My body is hot, shaking with the need to orgasm.
Damn that fucking sexy, stubborn, bastard vampire.
