Page 131 of Vicious Knight

He stirs and a shudder runs through me. It’s like he heard my thoughts. I hope he didn’t, because falling for him was never part of the plan.

He looks at me and caresses the top of my head.

“Bambi, you’re awake.” His voice is thick with sleep and sex.

“I was just thinking.”

“Too much thinking again, little deer. Come here to me.” He guides me to his lips and kisses me.

Thorne shuffles on top of me, then he’s inside me again, pounding into my body.

I fall asleep after we come and he’s kissing my neck, whispering sweet nothings in Russian to me. I drift into a dream where there’s grayness and silence, then I stir when I hear voices.

The voices sound angry and rushed.

I open my eyes and am momentarily disoriented when I realize it’s morning.

The bright sun is spilling through the windows onto me.

Now that I’m awake I can hear the voices better.

It’s Thorne and…

Tiffany?

That can’t be right.

Why would she be here in Thorne’s apartment?

And what the hell could they be arguing about?

I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s ten.

“This isn’t fucking happening.” That’s Thorne. He’s shouting at her.

I have to know what’s going on. It’s definitely not anything good.

Quickly, I get off the bed and put on my clothes. I wrap my hair in a messy bun, then take a deep breath and make my way out of the room.

As soon as I turn the corner I see Tiffany.

It’s actually her.

As usual, she’s dressed to the nines. Like she needs to be picture ready to sign that modeling contract from Chanel she hopes to get.

What the hell is she doing here?

I see Thorne next. He’s shirtless and looks like a model, too, with his abs on show and those muscular thighs pressing against his sweatpants.

Tiffany spots me and scowls. “Good God. Look what the cat dragged in. Is that seriously what you like to fuck, Thorne?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Thorne shouts at her.

“What’s going on? Why are you here, Tiffany?” I glare at her. She can disrespect me all she wants at the sorority house where she’s queen bee, but not here. Not in front of Thorne. “I’m sure you’re not here to question Thorne’s sexual preferences.”

She smiles at me as if my words mean nothing. “Bitch, I am still your president. And I don’t think that’s any way to speak to the future Mrs. Ivanov.”

My lungs collapse, trapping my next breath. Her words grip my heart like a wrench and twist. Twist until it stops beating inside my chest.

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