Skye’s POV”Thorne!
There you are.
I was just introducing myself to your lovely companion.” The man named Kael said‚ straightening up slowly‚ like he had all the time in the world”I said back off‚ Kael!” Thorne’s voice came from directly above my head and it didn’t sound like any version of his voice I had heard before.
Not the calm CEO.
Not the commanding boss.
Not even the low‚ dangerous tone he had used in the elevator or his office.
This was something else entirely.
His arm tightened around my waist‚ pulling me flush against him so hard that I could feel every line of his body through the thin fabric of my dress.
Kael didn’t flinch.
He held Thorne’s gaze for a long‚ dangerous moment.
Then he smiled.
“Okay‚ brother‚” he said‚ raising both hands in mock surrender and took a step back‚ his dark eyes flickering to me one last time before settling back on Thorne.
“Hold her tight.
Don’t ever let her go.”
He paused.
The smile widened.
“And watch me win.”
He laughed.
Not a normal laugh‚ but a high‚ reckless‚ hysterical evil sound‚ and walked away.
I was shaking.
My hands were trembling at my sides and my heart was beating so fast that I could feel it pulsing in my throat.
I turned to look up at Thorne‚ my lips parting to ask him what just happened‚ who that man was‚ what any of this meant.
But the words died on my tongue because Thorne looked down at me and said two words that made every question in my head evaporate.
“I need you.”
My breath caught.
“Huh?”
Not the calm‚ controlled ice blue that I had grown used to.
Something deeper.
Something molten and desperate and raw in a way that I had never seen on his face before‚ like the encounter with Kael had cracked something open inside him and what was pouring out was beyond his ability to contain.
“Follow me‚” he said.
My brain screamed at me to stay where I was.
To plant my heels into the marble floor and refuse to move and demand answers to the hundred questions that were piling up inside me‚ but my legs followed him anyway.
He moved through the crowd with purpose‚ his hand wrapped around mine so tightly that I could feel his pulse hammering against my fingers.
People stepped out of his way without being asked‚ parting like water around a stone‚ and nobody tried to stop him or speak to him because something in the way he was moving told every person in that room that interrupting him right now would be the last thing they ever did.
He pushed through a door at the far end of the hallroom and pulled me down a quiet corridor.
Then another door.
A men’s restroom.
Large‚ marble‚ expensive‚ and completely empty.
He pulled me inside.
The lock clicked behind us and the sound echoed off the empty restroom.
Before I could take a single breath‚ his hands were on my waist and his mouth crashed into mine.
There was nothing gentle about it.
Nothing slow or careful or restrained.
He kissed me like he was starving and I was the only thing that could keep him alive‚ his lips hard and demanding against mine‚ his tongue pushing past my lips and claiming every inch of my mouth with a desperation that made my knees buckle underneath me.
His hands gripped my waist so tightly‚ and a groan tore out of his throat.
“Do you have any idea‚” he growled against my mouth‚ his breath ragged and hot‚ “what it took for me not to do this the second I saw you walk out of your house tonight?”
I couldn’t answer.
I couldn’t think.
His mouth was already moving down my jaw‚ down my neck‚ his teeth scraping against my skin as his hands found the zipper at the back of my dress.
I hadn’t worn anything underneath because of the way the dress was designed‚ and the cool air hit my bare skin at the same time that his eyes dropped and went completely dark.
“Thorne‚ wait‚” I breathed‚ pressing my palms against his chest even though my body was already arching toward him.
“Someone could knock any minute.
We’re at a gala‚ there are hundreds of people right outside that door‚ anyone could—”
He shut me up by clamping his mouth over my breast.
My head fell back against the door so hard I heard it thud.
My mouth dropped open and a moan slipped out that I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to.
He sucked hard‚ groaning against my skin like the taste of me was something he had been craving all night‚ his other hand came up to cup my other breast‚ his thumb rolling over the peak until I was gasping and gripping his shoulders just to stay upright.
“Thorne‚” I whimpered‚ and his name came out broken and breathless.
He pulled back just long enough to spin me around to face the mirror above the sinks.
The reflection that stared back at me was someone I barely recognized.
Flushed cheeks‚ swollen lips‚ wild eyes‚ dress pulled down to my waist with my boobs exposed.
“Hold the sink‚” he said from behind me‚ his voice so low and so rough that it barely sounded human.
My hands gripped the edge of the marble counter on pure instinct.
I watched in the mirror as he stood behind me‚ his jaw tight‚ his eyes golden‚ his chest rising and falling with heavy‚ controlled breaths.
He reached down and gathered the bottom of my gown in both hands‚ pulling the fabric up slowly‚ inch by inch‚ until it was bunched around my waist and the cool air hit my bare thighs.
I heard his belt unbuckle.
The clink of metal.
The slide of leather.
The sound of his zipper coming down‚ releasing his thick‚ twenty inches cock.
He positioned himself right at my entrance‚ hard and hot and pressing against me‚ our eyes met in the mirror‚ his burning gold locked onto my wide‚ desperate brown.
Then in one powerful‚ deliberate movement‚ he thrust his thick cock into me.