Page 86 of Heart of Thorns

“Look at how perfect you are when you come, kitten.”

I open my eyes slowly.

The bathroom is hazy, and we’re a blurry mess in the mirror.

Thorne kisses the spot on my neck that’s sore. “Let me correct myself.” His hand lands on my chin, and he squeezes it tight until I’m staring at us both in our reflection. “Look at how perfect you are whenImakeyou come.”

A blissful sigh falls from my mouth, and I lean forward again. I inch my skirt past my hips and press myself on to him. “Well, are you going to make me come again or what?”

The condom is already halfway on by the time I get my hands on the porcelain.

The tip of his dick is inside, and I’m already clenching around him.

We both turn to the knock on the door and freeze.

“Cassius?” His mother’s voice sounds from the other side, and Thorne curses quietly. “Are you in there? Please come back to dinner before your father has a conniption. He’s already angry, and you disappearing from dinner is disrespectful.”

Thorne growls and pulls out of me. I quickly adjust myself and turn to lean against the sink. He places his hand flat on the door and speaks through it. “And the way you talked to my girlfriend is disrespectful.”

God, his parents are awful.

I replay everything they said during dinner and cringe. It’s no wonder he was so nervous about this evening.

Without putting much thought into it, I erase the space that separates us and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. I rest my ear on his back and hear his pounding heart.

“I will refrain fromoffendingthat girl as long as you come back.”

That girl.

I squeeze him tighter. His hand falls to my arm, and he rubs this thumb slowly on the inside of my wrist.

“We’ll be right there, Mrs. Thorne.” I’m proud of how sweet my tone is.

Thorne drops his head, and after a few seconds of silence, he starts to laugh.

I smile against his back because it’s a nice sound. I like it. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because…” He tugs on my arm, and I move in front of him. He takes the back of his hand and rubs his knuckles over my cheekbone. “I’m still fucking hard.”

I immediately glance at his pants.

“You’re the only girl in the entire world who has the power to keep me hard as a fucking rock with my mom right outside the door.”

I giggle, and Thorne grins. We stare at each other for a few seconds, and it’s difficult to tell what’s going through his head, because surely it isn’t what my heart is tricking me into thinking.

“Let’s go before I make my father even more angry.”

He brings my hair in front of my neck to hide the hickey he gave me and then quickly adjusts himself. After a moment, he opens the door to an empty hallway.

We walk hand in hand toward his parents. I feel lighter after our little bathroom escapade and I’m pretty sure that isn’tthe orgasm talking.

I stare at the dessert placed in front of me.

I’m thankful it’s the final course of our excruciating dinner with Thorne’s parents but I’m not sure I can eat whatever thehellthis is.

I glance at the waiter, who is sweating due to Thorne’s father scolding him for not grabbing our empty plates fast enough.

He must want this dinner to end just as quickly as I do.

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