I lower to her, moving along her soft curves, and hover my mouth near her ear. “I know. I tasted you in the parking lot.” She starts to speak, but I stop her. “You’re a virgin. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do.”
“Thorne,” she says on a breath, but I’m done talking.
Meeting her wide gaze, I jerk my cock and rub the precum along the tip. Not that I need to. She’s wet between her legs, so ready for me. She works her hips as I slide my dick against her folds, and when her hand wraps around my neck, and she begs for it this time, I give Little Red what she wants.
One roll of my hips and my cock sinks in, breaking through her virgin walls the way I broke the ones around her heart. It feels like coming home to hear her breath catch. She holds it in, moving her hips into it, taking the pain like it’s candy. That’s another thing about her I was so fucking sure about. She’s as wild and rough in bed as they come. She just didn’t know it until now. But I’ve been holding out for this moment for so fucking long, my meaty dick within these walls that have never been breached, it won’t last. A few more strokes and her pussy goes from virgin tight to pulsating as she comes hard, sucking my orgasm out of me. I pump all my seed into her, stroke by punishing stroke, unable to stop until every last drop is deep in her womb.
She holds on tight around my neck, pulling our sweaty bodies together. I turn her to face me, and I lower her to her side, keeping my cock buried inside as we rest and catch our breaths. As she falls asleep, I kiss her forehead and run my hand up and down her back. My mind is alert. What we did since this night began is a game changer, but my claiming her, it changes everything.
15
Rose
I wake up with blinding daylight on my face and Thorne’s cock still inside me. Smiling, I let out a contented sigh. Tracing fingertips down his arms, I lace my fingers into his, just trying him on for size. If I was a normal girl and could pick any boyfriend I wanted, I could see the appeal in someone with Thorne’s muscular build. Playing into the daydream, I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he sleeps.
When tomorrow comes, though, the light of that new day will bring with it some harsh realities.
I’m not normal.
There is nothing about this situation that can ever fit that definition.
What Thorne gave me was… magical. One perfect fuck, safe in his arms, and I enjoyed every moment of it. And our time isn’t over yet.
Thorne stirs in his sleep. His cock jerks inside me and I feel how deep my soreness extends into me for the first time. It hurts, but that doesn’t stop a new wave of need from taking over. My inner walls clench around his shaft and my hips move into it, taking him deeper into me. He’s still hard. I should feel guilty for using his body while he sleeps, but I don’t. Serves him right for passing out with his dick in me. I bury my head into his neck and inhale his masculine scent. It’s so addicting. Letting my mind fantasize that he and I are an us for a minute, I kiss his collarbone and roll my hips some more.
But my body freezes abruptly when I feel his hand drag up my back.
“Rose,” he whispers at my ear, sounding groggy.
Holding my breath, I act like I’m still asleep, hoping he dozes off again so I can use his body as my personal playground for a while longer. But he doesn’t. His large hand grips my neck, and his cock spreads my walls as he expands and gets even harder inside me. I let out a long moan, lost between my fantasy and this reality. He pulls me closer and my sore breasts rub against his chest as his hips jerk, thrusting into me, again and again.
“Thorne,” I breathe out, wrapping my legs around his waist and locking my ankles together. Finding this new angle makes my body jolt. He slams against my swollen clit each time, driving himself balls deep into me. Each stroke takes me closer as I ride the wave to my climax.
He covers my mouth with a molten kiss, sending heat and electricity through me. And when his tongue starts to mimic each pump of his hips, I’m thrown over the edge and lose all control. He pushes harder into me. I pant hard as my core pulses and my body shakes, barely able to take in another breath of air. Thorne groans against my lips. His body stiffens and a second later, I feel the warmth of his release inside me as he comes.
As much as I want to deny it, I know now that what we shared is no one-night fantasy.
I’m addicted.
16
Thorne
I knew this girl was meant for me when I wake up to find her writhing on my semi-hard cock in broad daylight.
She has every reason to curl up in a ball and sleep the night away. She does. But the sight of her with her arms around me, her hair spread across my face, taking what she needed after only losing her virginity a few hours ago, confirms what I felt all along. She’s a wildcat, my match in bed and then some.
My cock agrees. That’s why I stayed inside her after I came. It felt like home. And to think that she told me to fuck off earlier. I knew it was a front, her words empty.
After coming again, I don’t waste a second. We left our problems at the door, but come morning, they’ll be waiting for us to face them head-on. So for now, I’m going to take as much of her lush curves and her cock-clenching pussy as I can.
“Admit it,” I say, cupping her cheek.
“What are you asking me about?” she hums on a faint breath, and I’m hard again. That’s the effect Little Red has on me.
“Admit that I was right... you needed this. That there’s something here between us. Admit that you’re mine now.”
“How about I just say okay so that you don’t promise to fuck my agreement out of me?” she giggles.
“I don’t think I can live with that,” I admit, pressing my lips against her ear and thrusting into her. “But I’d still like to fuck something out of you... or into you.”
She moans from so deep in her diaphragm that I swear my cock feels the vibration. Reaching down past her hip, I hook my hand under her knee and lift her leg over my shoulder, spreading her wide.
“Oh, God,” she cries.
I sink deeper into her. “Say it,” I demand.
“Fine, I’m yours,” she shouts.
“That’s it. Every fucking inch of you. You’re all mine.” I hold on to the back of her neck again, anchoring her to me, so fucking hard I’m almost ready to come again.
Gazing into her face, I see her need build again. I take her mouth hard, then lift out of her and flip her onto her belly. I kiss the small of her back, then move lower. She gasps when I pinch her ass cheek, but pushes back against it, begging for more with her body. It’s so clear to me that she wants as much of me as she can get. I just need her to admit it, to really accept it so we can move on.
I grip her hips and spread her cheeks wide. Lowering to her ass, I tilt her upward and lick from her clit to her asshole, leaving no spot untouched. I watch as she comes undone. Her hands dig into the mattress, clawing for something to hold.
She pushes her hips back into my face, and I tease her more. Slipping my index fingers past her folds, I lube them up with her wetness. As I slide my finger over her asshole, she grinds against it, and I push the tip inside of her. Her back arches in response. Fuck, I won’t take her ass tonight, but I’m so fucking tempted.
I move my hand up her side instead and cup her tits, grinding my cock on her slick folds.
“Please fuck me like this,” she begs, her voice ragged. I palm her tits and squeeze the flesh, and as she asked so fucking nicely, I line up my swollen cock at her gleaming slit and drive into her in one punishing thrust.
Her body thrashes, sucking my cock into her tightness. I’m so deep inside of her, there’s not a bit of space left to fill. Kissing her shoulder, I fuck her hard, and I don’t let go of her gorgeous tits the entire time, not until she screams my name and tells me she’s coming.
And when she does, I still don’t stop.
We hit the pause button on our lives. Danger is waiting on the other side of this approaching night. Today will end soon, an
d I wasn’t joking when I said I’ll take all of her until she stops fighting me.
Until she realizes it’s really us against the world.
17
Thorne
Rose will be all alone here when I leave in a few hours. She’ll have three days to herself. We talked, and I told her that she should relax and enjoy the downtime, but she probably won’t.
I check the supplies to make sure there’s enough food and water. Heading outside, I see that the power is on, and the emergency gas generator works fine. She won’t have to leave this cabin for anything. Once I’m back, we’ll have a clearer picture of what her next move should be.
There’s a small dining table against one wall of the cabin. The morning sunlight streams in through the picture window above it, giving her red hair a fiery glow as she takes a seat.
“I should be out there,” she says pensively.
“We talked about that. It’s not a good idea.”
Rose lifts her GO-bag from the floor, unzipping the main pocket. The first thing she pulls out is the folded suede case where she stores her knives. Placing it on the counter, she opens it from the middle, revealing the set, each one with its own compartment.
“You’re really into your blades,” I tell her. “When I get back you should tell me the story behind it.”
She squares her shoulders, looking stoic as she runs her hand through her hair and brushes it away from her face. “You’re changing the subject. I’ll stay, but I don’t have to like it.”
“Do you need anything before I head out?” I ask and place my hand at the base of her neck.
She looks up at me and shakes her head but says nothing.
Lowering to her, I press a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Be safe.”
“I will.”
She slides out a small blade with its own leather sheath, and flips the handle toward me. “This one would tuck nicely into your bike storage. It’s a loaner, not a gift. So make sure to bring it back to me when you’re done.”
The depth of emotion in her voice makes me smile. I take it from her, sliding it into my back pocket. The other meaning to her gesture is crystal clear. “I’m coming back to you,” I assure her. “Don’t you worry.”
“I won’t,” she answers with a soft smile playing on her face.
Heading to the door, I glance back at her one final time and pull the door closed behind me, hoping it’s a promise I can keep.
What I know about wolves is they have a keen sense of when to go solo, and when to run with the pack. I’d like to believe that I have the same instinct. As much as I enjoy working alone, there are some battles that I won’t dare fight on my own. Freeing Rose from her past is one of those battles. It may require the intervening hand of someone powerful and influential, or the brute force of an army. Or both.
I start with the only influential person I know. An army buddy turned state senator with a lot of connections. After one conversation, I realize that, his connections are not the right ones to fix this problem.
So, brute force it is. More like a smart sit-down with Murphy, while bracing for the possibility of that meeting going sideways. Murphy is under lock and key. His team of lawyers convinced the court that due to his complex medical condition, he was not a flight risk. He was granted bail to the tune of a million dollars, put on house arrest, and now wears an ankle monitor. There was public outrage at the court’s leniency, but what the public doesn’t know is Murphy has stage three pancreatic cancer. A five percent, five-year survival rate, if so much. Murphy is living out his last days at an outrageously expensive mansion, with access to the best food, entertainment, and pussy-for-hire around. If the public knew the truth, that he’ll die before his case is heard, they’d probably demand that he be denied bail and received an expedited trial.
That’s the justice system for you.
And even with his fate so imminent, he continues to put contracts out on anyone who can take him down. The man is a monster.
In any case, if I want to meet with him, I’ll need access. I have an idea forming, but I need to act fast. I have to be ready to walk away from everything.
For Rose, I might do just that.
Fifteen fucking minutes after leaving Rose alone at the cabin, it all goes to shit. The bottom falls out of my plan before I’m out the gate. First, Bridges gets a message to me through one of my encrypted burner phones. He all but confirms that Dawn was working for some entity that protected Murphy. Murphy is still alive, and she’s dead. She must’ve seen something she shouldn’t have, or spoken up to the wrong person. If I can get close to him, I’d put this fucker in the ground just for that.
Next, my employer makes contact with me. They order me to confirm Rose’s and my locations. I don’t provide any information, but while we’re in contact, I request to negotiate safe passage for Rose.
It’s a negative. My request is denied.
Instead, they issue me a new order.
Neutralize my target.
Well, Rose is mine now. That’s not happening.
Someone with a lot of influence must have something to gain from a not guilty verdict for Murphy. That man is in bed with so many fucking political bigwigs, it can be anyone.
My refusal to follow the kill order is met with an immediate consequence. I’m burned before I even reach Murphy’s location. Excommunicated by my employer and cast aside for disobeying orders. I’m on my own now, and on someone’s kill list now. Dawn must’ve found herself in the very same predicament, and that’s why she’s dead now.
Both my options are off the table, and the situation’s worse than I thought. With no influence and no army behind me, I need an option three, and fast.
I smile when I remember one detail about the wolf.
Sometimes, to get what it wants, the wolf walks right in through the front door, dressed as Red Riding Hood’s grandmother.
18
Thorne
I lean back in the ritzy white leather button-back sofa in Murphy’s smoking room. The sun is setting already. I spent the last few hours on the road, and a few more before that sneaking back into my old stakeout spot in the abandoned house near Rose’s place. I have everything I need in the pocket of my business slacks.
Sitting here feels a lot like déjà vu. Which is a good thing. It means some of what I’ll do in the next little while will be second nature.
Pure muscle memory.
I cross my arms to stretch out my back muscles. My eyes are on the tree line on the horizon as I look out through the wall-to-wall, floor to ceiling windows. This room looks more like an office or ballroom than a smoking room, I think, keeping my mind occupied and my face emotionless. I have no doubt there are cameras in here. Not that it matters. Making it into this room, I’ve accomplished ninety percent of my objective. There’s five percent more sitting on my bike in the front driveway. The final five percent requires a few lies, a double-cross, and the pen in my pocket.
Déjà vu for sure.
Two guards walk in ahead of a moderately ailing Murphy. He walks with a cane, but he seems healthy, his gray hair thick and shiny, his skin smooth for a middle-aged man, and his body looks like he still follows a workout routine.
“Don’t get up, Mr. Pierce,” Murphy greets me coolly. “I hear you have something I’ve been trying to find for a while.”
I unfold my arms and straighten in my seat. “I do, Sir.”
He takes a while to lower into an armchair and rests his cane on the ottoman beside him, the tip pointed directly at me. “Before we discuss terms, I’d just like to say it’s a pleasure to meet The Hunter. Your reputation precedes you.”
“Likewise,” I reply.
“I suppose you’re taking some level of risk being here, given your… employment.”
“To tell you the truth, you could say that my employment situation is a lot more open as of very recently,” I inform him honestly. He’ll know I’ve been burnt by now, if my
suspicion is correct about his backdoor ties to the company.
“Interesting. Do you see yourself as more of a freelancer now?”
“I do.”
He takes out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his slacks and looks at it, squinting his dark brown eyes. Nodding over at the guards, he waits for the biggest one to come to his side. He hands it to the guard, and that man gives it to me. I smile for two reasons. First, because he has shown a lot more of his cards in the last minute. Murphy is smart for keeping his distance, but I’m smarter. Second, because of the piece of paper, or rather, what’s on it. It’s a printed CCTV photo of Rose and me beside her car outside the Speak-Easy.
“This piece of surveillance came across my desk recently. Can you confirm you still have possession?” he asks, finally getting to the point.
“Yes. Our meeting today is to find a mutually acceptable set of terms. Once we come to an agreement, I will take your team to her location,” I lie.
“And what are your expected terms?”
“Safe passage for me to the destination of my choice, within an hour of arriving at the location.”
“That’s all you want?” he asks, leveling his gaze at me.
I scan the horizon through the windows behind him again. My exit plan is in place, so I nod.
“I believe that’s a fair exchange,” he agrees and nods again to the guards. “Proceed with the arrangements.”
I lean forward and add, “You should know that it’s my practice to document all contracts in writing. I understand that our specific arrangement is more time-sensitive than others. I’ll make good on my word, and I know you will too. Still, I’d like to have a gentleman’s agreement between us.”
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