Page 138 of Vicious Knight

I continue my pursuit toward him, taking the little steps that lead up to the stage.

He finishes off the piece and his fingers linger on the keys of the piano before he looks at me again.

“You’re here.” I speak in a whisper-soft voice.

“Yes, Bambi. I’m here.”

I went through moments this past week when I would have given anything to hear him call me Bambi.

“And you know my song like you practiced it.”

“That’s what comes from hours of stalking you.”

A shiver of heat rushes over me. You’re not supposed to get turned on by hearing that someone stalked you, but this guy is the antithesis to every rule.

The normal rules of society don’t apply to him.

“You were here, watching me.” I speak the words more to myself than as a question to him.

“I was here.”

“And you’re here now. Should I be worried?” The dark thought crosses my mind that he could be here about my secret.

Thorne gets up, walks over to me, and touches my face. “Your secret dies with me.” He lifts my chin and holds my gaze, staring into my eyes as if he wants me to see into his soul and know my secrets are safe with him.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m here to get my girlfriend back.” Thorne gives me a brief smile while I stare up at him and not quite believing I heard him right.

“Your girlfriend?”

“My girlfriend. I foolishly made her believe I didn’t choose her when I did. I was just conflicted. You will always come first in my life.”

“But your company?—”

“No. You. Just you. Only you. I love you.”

My heart stops beating for a few seconds and my mind stills, trying to take in the magical words he just spoke.

“I love you, Annika.” Thorne speaks again with more conviction in his tone, calling me by my real name. The smile that always mesmerizes me dances across his face.

“I love you, too.” The words are so easy to say. There’s no confusion, no worries, no fear. Just love. Pure love.

His smile brightens. “Then forgive me. Forgive me for making you feel that you aren’t everything to me.”

I answer him with a kiss and when he kisses me back, I feel like I’m home.

Thorne pulls me closer, slipping his hand behind my head to deepen the kiss. Then he picks me up and sets me on top of the piano.

The malice that lights up in his eyes as he rolls my skirt up to my hips tells me he’s back to his usual sexiness. And I’m about to get reacquainted with him.

“I missed this pussy.” He bends and buries his face between my thighs, moving aside my panties so he can suck on my pussy lips.

My breath is already going short, seizing in my lungs from the pleasure.

“And the taste of you.” He lifts his head, stares at me, and licks his lips as if I really am delicious to him.

The sight of him savoring me builds that desire low in my core.

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