Page 57 of Taste of Thorns
“There was very little violence involved,” he says, a smile hovering on his lips.
“Did you find anything out?”
“They admitted to being behind Odessa’s attack on you in the forest.”
“We knew that already.”
“They denied anyone put them up to it but I don’t believe them. I think I’m right about this. I think there’s a wider plot brewing.”
“And I still think Bardin is behind all this, Beaufort. Did you hear another student was killed? She was really talented – she was leading the scoreboard in terms of us ordinaries.”
He shakes his head. “I hadn’t heard. But I think Bardin is just a pawn in a bigger game.”
“You don’t know her like I do,” I say, thinking of all the times it’s felt extremely personal with the Madame.
“Look, let’s agree to disagree and keep both hypotheses open until we know more.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Briony, I think it’s really important that …” He cuts off. “Wait, did you just agree with me?” I nod. He narrows his eyes in suspicion.
“Look at us,” I say, “having adult conversations without fighting.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure I like it. I find it kinda hot when you’re spitting and hissing at me like a hellcat.”
“That’s because you’re a little bit kinky, Beaufort Lincoln.”
“I am, am I?”
“Yes.”
He stares deep into my eyes. “Want me to show you just how kinky I can be?” he growls.
I sigh. “I’m a little slut, remember? I’m hardly going to say no.”
“Yes, you’re my little slut and I fucking love how much you want it.” He places a hand on my knee and even that pretty vanilla action is enough to have my belly swooping. “You want it now?” he says so darkly, that sensation in my belly swoops even lower and a pulse drums between my thighs.
“Uh huh,” I manage to gurgle out.
He leans in closer so his mouth rests against the shell of my ear. “Then turn around my little slut, bend yourself over the bed and lift that ridiculous little skirt of yours.”
I swallow and consider my next move. Didn’t he just say that it makes him hot when I argue back. Wasn’t our original row also about him ordering me about?
I lift an eyebrow, give him my feistiest look and say, “No.”
“No?” he says, eyebrows rising.
I cross my legs and my arms over my chest and repeat myself. “No.”
“Oh fuck, my little slut, behave and do as you’re told. Bend yourself over this bed and show me your ass.”
“Make me,” I say, lifting my chin.
His magic crackles with excitement, tingling against my skin and making that pulse between my legs positively pound.
He chuckles. “That is one fucking challenge I’d gladly accept.”
He lands his hands on my waist and I feign a struggle but totally let him flip me right over and press my chest into the bed. He leans over me, weight forcing me further into the mattress, stiff cock hard against my ass.
