Putting it out of his mind, he eased his way over to the bar and was immediately met with a shot of whiskey from the bartender. Thorne dropped a twenty into the tip jar. Gotta love prompt service.
Thorne swirled the drink in his hand before taking a swallow of the smoky drink. Boldly, he observed the woman across the bar. As if she could sense his gaze, she turned and met his eyes. A slow smile crossed her face.
Leaning against the bar, Thorne glanced at Benny. “You won’t fucking believe what happened today when I got home.”
Benny took a swig of his beer. “What?”
“Athena showed up in my house.”
Benny started coughing and banged on his chest.
“I know, it’s fucking wild.”
When Benny had finally regained his composure, he stared at Thorne in disbelief. Hell, Thorne still couldn’t believe it himself. “What did she want?”
“Basically she told me jack shit. Something about there’s going to be a shift in the balance of power unless I help prevent it. And you won’t believe who the fucking cat is …”
Benny’s eyes widened in surprise when Thorne told him, and then he laughed. “That’s rich. Where is she now?”
“Back at the apartment.” Thorne paused. “So you really didn’t know anything about this?”
Benny shook his head. “Not a fucking clue.”
Thorne scratched the side of his face. “Do you think you could keep it to yourself?”
He held up his hands. “I never heard a thing. It’s not my place to tell anyone.”
If there was one thing Thorne knew, it was that he could trust Benny. If he said he wasn’t going to say anything, he wouldn’t.
As they stood there in silence, Thorne’s eyes drifted back toward the woman who’d caught his attention earlier. He studied her face. She was stunning; her dark hair was cropped short. Ebony skin and caramel-colored eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, and a long, slender neck.
Yes, she was the one. Before the night was over, he’d be fucking her senseless. Of that he had no doubt.
His lip trembled as he suppressed a smile. An image of her tongue trailing up his shaft made his cock twitch.
Thorne raised his glass at Benny before strolling over to the beautiful woman.
“I’ve been watching you all night.” He leaned in, his face only inches from hers; close enough to feel her warmth and vitality.
She glanced over at him. Her smile held equal parts of annoyance and a hint sensuality. He liked it.
“So I’ve noticed.” Her voice was throaty, and dripping with sensuality.
His voice dropped almost to a whisper. “I’m going to slide my cock deep inside of you and fuck you good and hard up against a wall.”
She froze. Her whole body went taut before she regained her composure and her pretty, full lips turned into a frown. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, I think you want it as badly as I do. Your pupils are dilated, and your breathing is coming in quick bursts. And I’d bet you a million dollars that if I shoved my fingers in your pussy they’d be nice and wet. Wouldn’t they?”
Her body went very still and her chin went up a notch. The dark skinned woman stared back at him with her piercing eyes. “Does that really work on women?” she asked, annoyance lacing her words.
“Oh, it works all right. I always get what I want.” He moved in closer and gave her a devilish smile. “Women just can’t seem to resist my powerful masculinity, and neither can you. It’s something in the pheromones.”
The woman didn’t even bother to try to smother her irritation as she turned away … which only made Thorne more determined to part her thighs.
He grasped her arm and whirled her to face him. Her shoulders tensed as she glared up at him and shook her head. Her formfitting dress was pulled tight against her breasts. “Get your hands off me.”
His eyes never wavered from her face. It was obvious that she regarded him as someone dangerous and loathed his touch on her skin, but he knew that would soon change. His calloused palm ran down her bare arm and closed around her wrist, pulling her into him. He could feel the heat emanating from her silky skin.
He raised his other hand to her pouty lip and let his knuckle trail from her lower lip down her long delicate neck, whisking his hand across her exposed throat and stopping at the top of her full breasts. Her chest heaved up and down at his intrusive touch. “You’re exquisite, but you already know that, don’t you?”
She looked as though there was something she wanted to say. Her beautiful lips opened, but closed without saying a single word. She swallowed visibly.
“You know you want it. You want me to fuck you. All you have to do is admit it.”
Licking her lips, she looked up at him with those stunning caramel eyes and snarled, “You wish.”
Thorne felt his cock thickening. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue on her neck as his hand roamed down, caressing the exposed skin. Lightly his fingers dipped into the top of her dress, tracing the swell of her breasts.
A low groan escaped her. His hand slid up through her hair, holding her head in place. He lowered his mouth to within inches of hers. Their mouths came together hungrily. His other hand slid beneath her shirt and he gently squeezed one of her breast. She responded with a soft gasp.
Finally, she broke the kiss. Breathless, she stammered, “D–don’t do that again.”
His lips touched on hers a second time. She tried to push him away, but her efforts were half-assed. After a slight protest, her body relaxed, accepting his probing tongue as it slid between her lips and into her mouth. He kissed her thoroughly. She tasted like vodka and mint.
“I knew you wanted it,” he said roughly when he pulled away. His hands slid from the back of her head, down her arms, and to her waist. He yanked her into him, and the ridge of his jeans nudged the cleft of her thighs. His cock was hard and ready. He wanted to drive himself into her, up to the hilt until she screamed out his name, over and over again.
When he went to reclaim her lips again, she pushed him away. He laughed deep in his throat.
“Go to hell.” Her chest rose and fell with indignation.
“Eventually.” Thorne grinned. He turned and walked back toward the bar. The woman intrigued him. He knew without a doubt that before the night was over he would have her spread out on his bed, using his tongue to stroke her till she forgot her own damn name.
He spent the next two hours watching her. She really was gorgeous. Every once in a while she would look over at him. She knew he hadn’t taken his eyes off her. If she really didn’t want to be bothered with him, she would have left the club, but she stuck around. Even talked to a few other guys. Each time she did, her golden eyes darted in his direction and he would raise his glass.
Benny had taken off earlier, after he’d found a shapely blonde to keep him company for the evening.
Thorne was content to watch … at least for the moment.
He flicked his wrist and glanced down at his watch. He’d give her another twenty minutes of playing hard to get, and then he would claim what he wanted.
7
There was no question he was going to have her. He had to. The desire was too strong, too raw to deny. All he could think about was spreading her thighs, and driving himself in and out of her, over and over again. He couldn’t wait to taste her.
As he crossed the room toward her, he could feel the heat of her body and smell her scent, even from a distance. It was like that for him once he locked onto someone.
Soon he would see her body writhing beneath him and crying out in ecstasy. And he couldn’t fucking wait.
As if she felt his presence, she turned and met his gaze. Instantly, she stepped away from the man she had only moments ago been deep in conversation with. The idiot seemed confused … until he saw Thorne, and then he quickly turned away. Smart guy.
She rose to her full height, as if bracing herself against him. At nearly six foot tall, she could easily be a runway m
odel. Or maybe not since there was too much meat on her bones.
His eyes hungrily trailed down her curvy body. He could practically feel his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of her waist as he fucked her from behind. Hades, he wanted to devour this woman.
A predatory look must have crossed his face, because her eyes flashed with fear as he grabbed her by the arms. Obviously uncomfortable, she tried to pull away, but he just tightened his grip and tugged her in closer. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Slowly, he ran the pad of his thumb down the side of her arm, drawing circles. From the look in her eyes, he could tell she felt the soft, electrical current wherever he touched. Gradually, without her even realizing it, the fear faded away. Before she could object, his lips captured hers. There was no way in hell he was taking no for an answer. In all of his lifetime, he’d never had to force a woman. He knew she would bend to his will. Just like they all did.
It was useless for her to try to resist.
She was his. At least for the night.
“What’s your name?” he asked, and felt his body tighten as the memories from last night invaded his thoughts. He quickly pushed them aside. Tonight was about forgetting all of the craziness that was going on. Tonight he didn’t want to think about anything other than bringing this woman pleasure, and finding a release for himself.
She smiled coyly. “Amber.”
He flicked her delicate earlobe with his tongue. “Admit it, Amber, you want to ride my cock.”
“Maybe,” she conceded.
Thorne dipped his head toward hers. They were so close he could feel her breath on his face. His lips found, hers and a low groan dissolved against his lips. Abruptly, they broke apart. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” Thorne said.
She nodded her head in agreement dragging in a ragged breath.
It was about damn time.
Once they were out in the parking lot, he grabbed her by the elbow and led her around the building. There was just enough light coming off the neon signs to see perfectly. The air was cold, but he didn’t notice. The only thing he was allowing his mind to focus on was the beautiful woman he was about to fuck over and over again.
He pushed Amber up against the wall. Covering his mouth with hers, he sealed her lips with a hot, wet kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her fingers dug into the thick muscles of his back. Thorne slowly slid his hand beneath her dress and up her smooth, thick thighs. Roughly he palmed her, squeezing her mound. Her pussy was hot, damp. Just like he knew it would be.
They broke for air, their breathing rapid and uneven.
Pushing her panties to the side, he drove two fingers deep inside of her. Her responding groan made his cock throb painfully.
With a quick jerk of his hand he ripped her panties off her. She gasped; her eyes widened and her sultry lips parted.
In the distance, he could hear people coming out of the bar. If anyone bothered to come around to the side of the building, they were going to be in for quite the show.
He spun her around so that her palms were touching the brick. Her dress was short, and he impatiently pushed it up so that her ass was showing. Fuck. Now that was an ass in need of attention. However, he would have time for that later. He watched as his hand grazed down the swell of her ample contours.
Cursing with frustration, he fumbled with his belt buckle. His cock was straining to be free. Reaching for his fly, he winced when he yanked the zipper down. Shit, he was almost desperate to get inside of her. He shoved his jeans down over his hips, and the woman beneath him tensed. Anticipating.
His fingers slid between the soft folds of her body, stroking her. “Jesus, you’re wet. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, but don’t worry, I’ll take my time when I get you back to my place.”
Without saying a word, she nodded her head. Her breathing was coming in quick gasps. He kicked the inside of her foot. “Spread your legs.”
She complied. Like a good girl.
He nudged them again. “Wider.”
Once again her legs spread further apart.
He removed his fingers and placed them in her mouth. She eagerly licked her own juices off them just as he drove himself into her without warning. So fucking tight.
A brief grimace crossed her face, as if she were in pain. He gave another hard thrust, impaling himself thoroughly in her—possessing the women. He continued to slam into her, thrusting upwards with long, rhythmic strokes.
It didn’t take long before he felt her pussy clench. “Oh my God,” she cried out as her body convulsed and pulsed around his cock. The feel of her release quickly sent him over the edge. As he came deep inside of her, his body shuddered against hers.
Fuck that felt good. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed the release.
Thorne eased himself out of her.
Her feet dropped to the floor. She stayed facing the wall, and her body sagged against it, as if it would take too much effort to turn around. Her legs trembled slightly.
Reaching down, Thorne pulled his jeans up. He stood studying her as he zipped up his jeans and buckled them. He would enjoy testing her limits tonight.
After a few moments she pulled her dress down.
It was a shame to lose the view.
8
Once they entered his apartment, he noticed the cat looking up at him with those huge green eyes, and Thorne smiled to himself. He wondered if Nike was into voyeurism. Just in case, he would have to make sure to give her a show to remember.
“Amber, drop the dress. Now.”
He loved the first instinctual look of hesitation they always gave.
The uncertainty in her eyes turned him on.
She stepped out of her heels and slowly eased out of the dress. Her panties were long forgotten on the side of the club and she was braless. Her breasts were as perfect as he’d expected. Already her nipples were taut with need. She stood there with her shoulders thrown back and head held high, as if she was telling him she could take anything he threw at her. And maybe she could.
Her hips swelled out and her stomach was only slightly rounded. Her thighs were thick and muscular, as if she spent a lot of time in the gym. His eyes settled on the dark curls of hair in appreciation. He wasn’t a fan of the bare pussies that were all the rage these days.
Reaching down, he rubbed the cat between its ears. Nike nudged his arm and purred before turning and trotting into the bedroom. Ah, so she was a watcher. That wasn’t much of a surprise; the Greeks were very sexual creatures, many without any boundaries.
Perhaps he would have to bring her into tonight’s games.
“Hands and knees into the bedroom.”
Stunned the woman flexed her jaw. “What? No.”
Thorne laughed and shrugged his shoulder. “Then get the fuck out.”
Indecision flickered over her face. For a second he thought she might actually turn and leave. Which wouldn’t have been the end of the world, but he would be disappointed.
Especially with Nike in the apartment. Surely, she would make him the laughing stock of The Realm. Not that he really gave a flying fuck, but he had his reputation as a stud to uphold.
“Come on, it’s just for fun.” He moved forward until he was standing almost flush to her body. One of his thumbs brushed lightly across the tip of her nipple. She stiffened. His other hand spread her full, plump lips, and he drove his fingers in between her folds. She was dripping wet.
That was all the proof he needed. She was more turned on than she wanted to admit.
He lowered his voice. “On your fucking knees now.”
She dropped to her knees without question.
“Take off my jeans.”
When she fumbled with his pants, her hands were shaking slightly. Thorne tossed his shirt aside while her hands went to work. Clearly she was nervous. Once his jeans were down, he kicked them to the side.
Without even telling her what to do, she wrapped her hand around his thick cock and lowered her mou
th. With the other, she lightly held his sack. Her mouth moved up and down on his shaft, joining the rhythm of her hand. This was a woman with experience, someone who’d sucked a lot of dick. He found he didn’t like the thought of her mouth around another guy’s cock, but it felt so fucking good, he let her continue. His entire body ached and throbbed as her expert hand and mouth quickly brought him to orgasm.
Staring up at him, she swallowed and wiped the side of her mouth.
Her eyes danced. This one was smart. An intelligent woman knew that no matter how dominate a man was, it was the woman who truly held the power.
Now that they had established that fact without words, she dropped to her hands and made her way to the bedroom. Thorne admired the view of her tight, round ass as it swayed with each movement. Luckily for him, the hallway to his room was long.
The cat peeked its head out of his room as if asking Thorne what the hell was taking him so long. Patience, pussy cat, Thorne thought with a grin. Benny was going to shit when he told him about this. That is if Nike even went along with it. You could never tell with a goddess. They did whatever the hell they wanted. Nike was one woman he knew he couldn’t bend to his will. She hated his guts, and if she played along it was because it was what she wanted to do. Which was fine by him. All he really wanted to do was break the woman in front on him.
“Get on the bed,” he demanded. His voice was casual, but the look he gave her demanded no questions.
He was pleased when she continued on her hands and knees until she reached the edge of the bed and then pulled herself up.
Amber quivered all over when he separated her thighs with his knees and covered her body with his.
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