Page 34 of Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

“You’re alright, Livi,” he states right before he closes the door behind him.

“Well?” Thorsten grunts.

I narrow my eyes at the way he throws his anger at me.

Shoving his shoulder, I coldly say, “Tone down the attitude. I’m not one of your men you can simply demand anything from. If your brother wanted to answer your question, he would have. I didn’t want to say anything in front of all the others, and I would have shared with you the moment that door fell shut behind the last one leaving the room. Though, you had to push it.”

Frustration is evident when his eyes meet mine.

He rubs a hand over his face and mutters, “This shit is new for me, and I’ll probably fuck up more than not. Add the fact Falcon fucking showed you and not me.”

He shrugs as if those words explain his reaction. I guess maybe it does.

“Mine,” I blurt.

Confusion washes over his face, then it’s the frustration coming back. “Yeah, Livi. I’m yours, you’re mine. We just discussed this with my brothers.”

I step closer and raise on my tiptoes to brush my lips against his. “Cute, Ten. Though, it was very clear to me what this meeting with your brothers was about. I was only telling you what my friend replied to your brother.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “She said that?”

I shoot him a grin. “She sure did. I told you she’d think he was hot, right?”

He narrows his eyes. “You think my brother is hot?”

“Oh. My. Freaking. Idiot.” I shove against his chest. “Don’t even go there. You’re the only one who does shit to my insides, okay?”

“Keep it that way,” he grits.

I narrow my eyes. “I don’t have to because you’re a pain in my ass, and a fucking handful at every turn.”

“Babe.” He smirks. “You haven’t experienced a handful yet, especially when it comes to that sweet virgin ass of yours.”

There’s not much else to do, other than rolling my eyes. A gasp rips from me when he wraps his hand around my throat in a tight grip.

Leaning in close he huskily rumbles, “I’ll feel your tight hole wrapped around my cock soon. For now, I’m obsessed with your sweet pussy.”

My whole body shivers in his grip.

He cups me through my jeans. “Who owns this? Whose cock broke it and was covered with a sheen of blood when you gave your virginity?”

“You,” I whisper, my voice sultry while my pussy clenches with an empty feeling.

I want to feel him inside me again.

“Damn right,” he grunts and starts to pull at my jeans. “Bend over and put your hands on the table.”

I should hold a grudge and walk away. Not many would understand, would forgive and start over. I’m not even mentioning the criminal shit he’s done. He never even said he was going to stop or have regrets. The talk I had with Archer before I asked Thorsten to meet me at the diner had every scenario…except for one where the fucker would kidnap me and hold me hostage.

Others would label him as a psychopath, which he most likely is. Then again, I wasn’t ready to be done with him either. My upbringing, upholding the law, everything is the complete opposite of what Wisely Dicey represents.

In the end it didn’t matter; the chemistry and connection between us was rare enough for me to risk a chance. Thorsten’s actions to me resembled the same risk for a chance.

It’s why I crave to obey him and turn to place my hands on the table in front of me. He kicks my legs further apart. The sound of a buckle and a zipper fills my veins with a tingle of anticipation.

A thick finger slides through the slick lips of my pussy. “Are you all warm and slick for me, darlin’? Yeah, you are. Fuck, you feel good.”

I gasp when I feel the head of his cock bouncing on my ass cheek. The thick, slick finger leaves my pussy. He teases my ass while I feel him placing the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.

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