Page 93 of Riot's Thorn
I don’t think Parker would do the same, but I still have this unwavering need to stay somewhere I can’t get kicked out of. It’s stupid, but it’s the way it is. So until my place is done, it has to be this way. Except now that I’ve caved and fucked her before it’s time, it makes it all the more difficult to walk away again.
“Not yet,” I say, hating the look of disappointment on her face.
“When?”
“Soon. I promise.” I cup her cheeks and kiss her pouty lips.
“Are you punishing me for running?”
“No. Not at all. I just need a little more time.”
“Okay,” she concedes. “It’s probably for the best. I have a few more things to wrap up with Dad’s estate, and since my personal assistant quit, it’ll take me longer.”
“He quit, huh?” I ask, sucking the salty flesh of her neck into my mouth.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Glad he got the memo.” The words are out before I’ve thought them through.
“Riot? What did you do?”
I release her skin, admiring the mark it made as I try to dig myself out of this hole. “Nothing. I just had a talk with him.”
“Why?”
“He didn’t understand you were off-limits and shouldn’t be touched.” I pat her ass. “Come on. You better go.”
“How would he know that when I didn’t even know that? You’ve been breaking into my house, stalking me, leaving me presents, but not actually talking to me. That doesn’t spell out girlfriend.” There’s the sass I’ve missed so much, but I don’t have time to fuck her again until she forgets why she’s pissed, so it’s not a good time for her to bring it out.
“You’re right, which is exactly why I cleared things up for him.” I grip her at the base of the throat and dip down. I can’t meet her eyes, so I stare at her lips. “Now let me clear it up for you too. You can run away all you want, but I’ll always find you and bring you back to me. You’re mine until the day we die.”
She must like my confession because she leans forward, trying to kiss me, but I pull away, teasing her. Her brows pinch together in irritation. I lean in this time, and she licks her lips, readying for a kiss that never comes because I pull away right before we touch.
“Riot,” she whines.
“When you’re full of my cum, I’m the one in charge, Little Thorn. Don’t forget it.” I pull her into me, slamming my lips into her in a punishing kiss. I’m not sure if it’s her or me, but the metallic taste of blood slips between our tongues as I thrust mine into her mouth, claiming her.
“I’m coming in, Parker. It’s been too long,” one of the heavyweights calls out. “I need to make sure you’re okay. So if you have any tits or bits out, can you cover them up? Rebel will break my dick if I see another woman naked.”
I pull away, noting the drop of red on Parker’s lower lip. Quickly, I suck it off and whisper. “You better go.”
“Okay,” she whispers back, straightening her dress. Then she opens the stall and strides out, rounding the corner to where the sinks are. I wait until I hear her rambling about her stomach issues and the water turns on and off before exiting the stall myself.
There’s no reason to keep this a secret; she has no one to answer to, but forbidden is fun. It’s all part of the game, just like stalking her. This is the build-up until the day I bring her back, and when I do, it’ll be explosive.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” an elderly woman pulling on an oxygen mask asks on my way out of the bathroom. “This is the ladies’ room.”
“Don’t worry, you old bag. I’m not trying to get a look at whatever saggy situation you have going on.”
She gasps. “Why, I never?—”
The door closes before her insult lands, and I slink back into the shadows. Except when I get back to the nightclub, it’s chaos. There’s a stampede of people running out the doors with looks of terror on their faces. What the fuck happened?
I doubt anyone will stop long enough to tell me, but I hear something about an active shooter. Scanning the crowd, I look for my little thorn or her bodyguards, but I don’t find themamong all the faces. I shove my way inside, going against the flow of traffic. If she’s still in there, I need to find her so I can protect her.
Allowing the fear to drain away, I go into what Parker calls “badass biker mode.” I assess the situation without emotion, finding a chair to stand on so I can see above the crowd. It shouldn’t be that hard to find her bodyguards, as they’re bigger and taller than ninety percent of the kids running around, but it’s dark, and with the music still blasting, my senses are distracted.
I put the earplugs in that I brought specifically for tonight, knowing she’d be in a loud environment, and the sound dulls to something manageable. It’s then I see one of the guards. He’s pushing people out of his path, his head on a swivel, the same as me. His hand lifts above his head, and he points to the door while looking across the room. I turn that way and see the other guy.
