Page 107 of Vicious Knight

“I tracked your phone.”

My body goes rigid and anger slithers into my lungs. “You what?”

“You heard me.”

“That is an invasion of my privacy.”

“Listen to you trying to hand me my ass again. I told you you’re mine. Meaning you have no privacy.”

“Thorne, that is ridiculous. My parents are here, and you?—”

He pulls me in for a kiss, crushing the words on my lips away with his. Thorne nibbles at my neck and feels up my breasts then, I don’t know how he does it, but his kiss and his touch dissolve my anger to nothing but desire.

His kiss and his touch are all I’m aware of. I know I should have better control of myself, but the part of me that craves him forbids me.

He cups my sex and the jolt of pleasure at last triggers my awareness, reminding me we’re in the alleyway. A place where anyone could catch us.

“Thorne, we can’t do this here.”

“I don’t care where we are. I want to fuck you.”

“But someone could see us.” I press against his hard chest to loosen his grip on me but he pulls me closer.

“Either I fuck you here up against the wall or you come back to my car and have to explain to your parents why you took so, so long.” The cunning smile he gives me tells me he already knows which option I’m going to choose.

Obviously I don’t want to take too long.

“You asshole,” I mutter. His smile turns wider.

“That comeback is getting tired. Newsflash: you like me just like this. You wouldn’t want me any other way.”

“I don’t like assholes.”

“Yes, you do. You like the darkness, little deer.” He nibbles on my neck again. “That’s why you like me. You like that I’m dangerous, and my disregard for everyone else’s rules. And you like that I’m bold enough to do this.”

Thorne pulls my top down under my breasts, exposing them to the air, then he lowers to suck. His mouth on my skin ends the argument.

He swirls his tongue around my nipples, hardening them, and the sensation shoots down to my core, leaving me wanting more.

With that sinful I-have-you-where-I-want-you grin, he ushers me into a corner alcove where we’re secluded enough so people can’t see us. Or rather, not from the road. Someone could still catch us if they chose to come down the path. The staff from the restaurant, or just some random person using the alleyway as a shortcut.

But right now, I kind of don’t care.

Thorne unzips his pants and takes out his cock, then he turns me to face the wall and bunches up my skirt. He bends me over and slides my panties aside, then he slides his cock into me from behind.

I like this position. I always feel him deeper and it feels even better tonight. Maybe because we’re outside and the possibility of getting caught makes it feel that much sweeter.

He starts pumping into me and we both moan from the sweet pleasure.

“Jesus, Ivy… you feel so fucking good,” Thorne groans. “How the fuck were we supposed to skip tonight?”

He’s right. It feels too good. So good that I allow myself to get lost in the wildness of this moment and stop thinking about where we are, who’s waiting for me, and what we’re doing.

Thorne grabs my hips and fucks me up against the wall, pounding into my body relentlessly with rough, hard strokes.

My moans come faster with every thrust into my throbbing pussy.

Anyone passing by would definitely be able to hear me but, again, I don’t care.

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