Page 54 of Thorned Vengeance

“Sounds like a good place to start.” I scroll through the names of the bars he mentions on my phone. “The closest one serves a full menu. It’s still early, so we can eat first and then split up.”

Thorn shakes his head. “We can eat first, but we’re not splitting up.” I start to protest, but he covers my mouth. “I know you can handle yourself, but we told Soul we’d stick together, and I don’t make a habit of lying to my President.”

“Fine.”

Thorn gathers me in his arms and crushes his mouth to mine. I want to deny him, but when he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, I cave. His tongue dances in my mouth, and I grasp his neck to pull him closer. Thorn lifts me easily, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

A throat clears behind us.

We both pause, and Thorn glowers over my shoulder at Mark. My skin flushes because I forgot the door was still open when we started our make-out session.

“Get the fuck out, prospect,” Thorn growls.

I slide down Thorn’s body while he’s distracted and bury my face in his chest.

“Dinner, bars, remember?” Mark mocks.

“We’re coming. I’m gonna go freshen up.” I hurry into the bathroom.

“You fucking cockblocker,” Thorn says, and Mark’s laughter filters into the room as I close the door.

We stay out until two in the morning, hopping from bar to bar. Mark does prevent a couple of women from being taken advantage of, but none of the men he stops are the man we’re after.

When we get back to the hotel, Mark retreats to his room, and Thorn and I rush to take a quick shower and wash off the last few days of travel. While I brush my teeth, Thorn texts Jez to let her know that our first night wasn’t successful, and that we’re going to move further into the city tomorrow.

Standing in the doorway of the bathroom, I watch him finish his messaging before he looks up from his phone and crooks his finger at me.

“C’mere.”

I sashay over to the bed. Thorn reaches out to yank me onto his lap, and then he rolls us both so he’s on top of me. He smashes his lips to mine, and I greedily take what he’s offering.

“You taste delicious,” he says when he finally lets us come up for air.

“So do you.”

“I think we need to finish what we started before we were rudely interrupted by Mark earlier.”

Thorn slides on a condom and slams into my pussy like a madman. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, but I don’t care. I need this. I need the pain to appreciate the pleasure he wrings from my body. And somehow, he knows it.

I rake my nails down his back, and he groans. Thorn pushes my tank over my breasts and sucks on my nipple. A familiar sensation flutters inside as he pounds away, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. I moan, and his movements become more frantic.

“Come with me,” he commands.

I’m close, but not quite there yet. He must see that in my expression because he reaches between our bodies and feverishly rubs my clit. My breath hitches as my back arches. I’m so close.

Thorn buries his face in my neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh. My whole body convulses with an earth-shattering orgasm. Thorn’s cock swells inside of me, and he shouts my name as he comes.

We must drift off because the next thing I know, sunlight is peaking through the curtains of the hotel room. I rub my eyes and attempt to roll over, but I can’t because Thorn has his body wrapped around me. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I do remember the orgasms, phenomenal as they were.

“Hey,” Thorn mutters into my hair.

“Hey, yourself.”

He loosens his hold so I can flip around and face him. With his arms wrapped around me, he kisses me senseless, and his morning wood digs into my thigh.

“Before we sta?—”

Knock, knock, knock.

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