Page 96 of Vicious Knight

I’m met with silence and we continue walking with no destination in mind. At least not one that I know of. I almost think Thorne isn’t going to answer when he glances back at me.

“I grew up with him. For a long time he was taller and bigger than me.” Thorne’s voice sounds far away. “If Aiden wasn’t kicking the crap out of me and threatening to kill me in my sleep, he was teasing me about being an orphan. That motherfucker was fascinated with my sister and always talked about raping her if she were still alive. That last fight we had happened because I stopped him from forcing himself on our maid. That is why I don’t fucking want him anywhere near you.”

My eyes snap wide and my blood runs cold. “Oh my God. That’s awful.”

“The only reason that asshole is at Raventhorn is because he’s scheming with my uncle. They’re trying to stop me from getting into my family’s company, so I won’t get the position that’s rightfully mine.”

This is the first time he’s said anything against his uncle. I always thought he had a good relationship with him because he’s so close to Caspian, but this sounds terrible.

“Really?”

“Yes. You didn’t think it was weird for someone to transfer here from MIT in their third year?”

“It didn’t really cross my mind but yes, that is weird.”

“Not that Raventhorn isn’t good, but MIT is MIT. It’s the best for certain careers, and no one can replace that. That’s where I wanted to go.”

It feels like we’re continuing that conversation from the other week when I told him about Juilliard and Berklee.

“You got in, didn’t you?”

He glances at me again. “I did. At sixteen.”

And he didn’t get to go because he had to become a Knight. I stare back at him with new understanding, seeing more similarities between us than I knew existed.

“Try not to be alone with Aiden, okay? If I even suspect he’s touched you, he’s dead. You hear me?”

“Yes. I hear you.” He takes me around a corner and I remember I don’t know where we’re going. “Thorne, where are you taking me?”

“Janitor’s closet.”

I snap my gaze back to him but he keeps his gaze dead set ahead.

“Why are we going to the janitor's closet?”

“I need to fuck you.”

A rush of fire pulls at my insides. “I was at your place only a few hours ago.”

“Yeah, exactly. Hours.”

“Thorne. We can’t do this now. Not here.”

“Remember, little deer. I own you. That means I get to fuck you whenever I want. Wherever I want.” A devilish look creeps into his eyes, stealing my resistance away.

I should argue some more. Or something. But the lure of desire has wrapped invisible ropes around my brain, holding it hostage.

God. I’m so messed up. He’s only doing this because he owns me.

If he didn’t, I would have fought him and raised the alarm of harassment.

But… would I?

Would I truly do that?

Shamefully, all I can think of is having him inside me again so soon.

And thinking about how good his cock feels makes my mouth water like a ravenous wild dog who’s just discovered a fresh carcass.

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