Page 27 of Vicious Knight

“That’s debatable.”

“You need to leave me alone.” I summon courage, hoping like hell he’ll listen, but when that sly smile returns to his face my hopes die.

“No.”

“Why?”

“You got my attention, little deer. And remember, there are many things I want from you. Your V-card is just one of them. Those lips around my cock are another. I always get what I want, so…” He taps the table again and then stands, looking colossal, like a giant.

It’s not until he leans over the table to stare at my notebook that I realize I’m not breathing. And I’m still not breathing. It’s like I’ve forgotten how.

“G sharp, F sharp, C sharp. Try that. It will give you the atonal structure you’re going for. You might also want to get a better look at the river in the moonlight. See what’s beneath the surface.”

I simply stare back at him, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions.

He straightens, then walks away.

I actually hear his footsteps against the concrete floor which makes me think he really did sneak up on me. Or like he said, I wasn’t aware of my surroundings.

I’m aware now. Aware of him.

What the hell just happened?

He wants my V-card, my lips around his cock and God knows what else.

How in the hell did this happen to me?

That whole encounter felt like I just stepped into some alternate fucked up dimension.

I might be new but I know most girls would kill to get Thorne Ivanov’s attention. I’m the only one who doesn’t want it, but I have it.

Now that I do, I fear what else I might get.

Thorne dug for information on me. He knows me and my music. He knows my music enough to decipher the algorithms of my mind just from looking at the few notations in my book. I picked up the fact that he must play the piano too, but what he said to me was more than that. He figured out what fascinated and inspired me.

What else will he figure out?

Chapter 6

Thorne

Ivy Yegorov…

I wonder how much more freaked out she would be if she knew I’d been smoking outside her dorm for several hours.

I saw her leave at this crazy hour and decided to follow.

Earlier when I went out for a walk I didn’t intend to end up at Ivy’s dorm, but my mind drifted to her and that’s where I went.

I was near her the whole time and she didn’t even know. Not until I was sitting right in front of her, gazing into those silver eyes.

Silence can be a man’s best friend when you know how to use it properly.

It’s as subtle as breathing air and deadly as a lethal poison.

I’ve been able to hide in plain sight since I was five, and walk into a room like a ghost—unseen and unheard.

It was a trick my father taught me, while my mother appealed to what could pass for my softer side with music.

---