Page 18 of Thorns of Silence
It was why I climbed her balcony, twice in the same night, then crept inside to watch her like she was already mine.She is mine,my mind screamed.
With Phoenix in a deep slumber, I took my time looking around her room. Her walls were covered with sheets of music notes—Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Bach.
Her room was simple but elegant. Unlike her sister, Phoenix preferred comfort. Her wardrobe was full of T-shirts and casual shorts, but there were also girly dresses and skirts for her outings with the girls. Her makeup table had a small amount of products, not that she needed anything. The girl was breathtaking with a bare face, anything more and she’d be causing heart attacks wherever she went.
My eyes landed on a fancy bottle of perfume. I sprayed it, then inhaled it deep into my lungs. Spring rain.Just like her. It became my favorite scent.
A soft moan drew my attention back to the bed and I tilted my head, watching her like a creep. She shifted onto her back, her knees falling open, and my dick stiffened.
Is she fucking with me again?But her eyes remained closed and her breathing even.
Annoyance and disappointment flared inside my chest. She released another soft sigh and shifted slightly. If her flushed cheeks were anything to go by, she was having interesting dreams.
“Are you dreaming of me?” I rasped. “You’d better be, or I’ll have to creep inside your head and murder the man of your dreams.”
Another soft moan echoed through the room, the sound addictive and beautiful. I’d take that as a yes or else I couldn’t be held liable for whatever followed.
I was about to leave when her phone vibrated on the bedside table. I stalked over to it and paused when I saw a name on the screen. A man’s name. Baptiste. MotherfuckingBaptistewould be a dead man—whoever he was.
I unlocked the phone effortlessly, years of hacking proving useful for a change. “Let’s see what fucking Baptiste has to say?” I whispered under my breath.
I got us a spot at Sphere. 20:00. See you there?
Sphere was a romantic spot in the city known for the way it catered to lovebirds celebrating anniversaries and special occasions. My grip tightened around the phone, making it crack in protest.Motherfucker.There’d be no romance going on between those two if I had anything to do with it.
Fuck, what day was it? I scrolled through her messages with soon-to-be-dead Baptiste, but there was no mention of a date. Goddammit! Maybe I should have a chip or tracker installed in her phone that could track all her texts. Too much? Nah.
Maybe I should just send a message that something came up. Women changed their minds about dates all the time, right? But fuck, if I did that, they could just reschedule.
Fuck it. She’d go, and I’d be right behind her. So I typed back, pounding on the screen with a bit too much force.
Can’t wait.
“Oh, she can wait,” I muttered, deleting his message and “her” reply. There’d be no evidence of the correspondence. “Andyouwill be waiting on that date for an eternity, Baptiste.”
I was already scheming how to derail their little rendezvous and deciding on the location of his burial site. Once I confirmed there were no bubbles signaling another incoming message, I returned the phone to her nightstand.
I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a slightly smashed dandelion, then put it on her nightstand along with a note.
“We’ll have a nice date, won’t we?” I grinned, pushing her hair from her neck, then leaned over to press my mouth against her sensitive flesh and suck on it. Gently at first, then harder. She moaned, but she didn’t wake up. I straightened, seeing my beautiful handiwork. It couldn’t be mistaken for anything but a hickey. “Let’s see how Baptiste likes this.”
* * *
“Have you ever wanted something so bad that it gives you fucking chills?” I asked my brother.
After that little performance by Nix, I sought out Amon. Of course he was in the office of our club, sitting behind the desk, his attention on his laptop. He was a workaholic, especially when something was on his mind.
Well, something was on my mind too. Nix lying on her bed, moaning and panting. I could almost imagine how she’d look at me with submissive eyes. The agitation rolled off my shoulders, hating that I couldn’t take what I wanted. And I never fucking wanted that with a woman. Not since the kidnapping.
“What do you want now?” Amon asked, keeping his focus on the screen.
I let out a sardonic breath, unable to admit it out loud. Not until I secured her as mine.
“Nothing.”
That brought my brother’s attention to me. “Highly doubt there’snothingyou want.”
“I want to punch you,” I said, grinning, wanting to change subjects. “Want to help me make it happen?”
