Chapter 69 Chapter Sixty-eight
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Days flew by in a blur, it hurt to breathe, it stung deeply to pass Thayne by and not get even one look from him.
I wished he didn't come after me to rescue me from Ethan. At least he would have his memory intact. That was better than this agony and heartache I was suffering everyday.
I was having dinner with my sisters in their room when Madison barged in.
Ever since Thayne arrived, Madison issued a warning to stay away from the dining area. I'd only kept calm because I was still helpless in terms of finding another apartment.
“He's having a fit and he won't stop asking for you.” She spat, her eyes drilling into my forehead.
My sisters exchanged confused looks between themselves. Thayne was having a fit? What kind of fit?
I must have asked the question out aloud because Madison scrunched up her face and hissed.
“He's throwing things around and punching his fists through the walls. He won't stop saying, ‘Little lamb’. It's all he's been saying since the fit of rage started.” She rushed out the words, as if it disgusted her to even say them out aloud.
“I don't think-”
Madison marched into the room and came to grab me by the arm. I winced and tried to shove her away but she wouldn't let go.
“We both know he will kill someone with just his fists alone if you don't get your ass over there.” She said through clenched teeth.
I hated to admit that she was right.
As if to confirm what she'd just said, I heard Thayne's roar of rage. What the hell was that?
“I'll be back.” I told my sisters quickly as Madison dragged me away.
Thayne was in the game room, shirtless, his tanned skin glistening with sweat. And he had someone pressed against the wall. One of the new escorts.
The man was choking on air that wouldn't come, and his face was growing redder and redder.
“Thayne!” I didn't even know when his name tumbled from my lips.
He turned, fast like a shadow.
For a brief second, I thought I saw recognition flash in his eyes.
He dropped the man who fell to the marble floor with a loud thud. Thayne covered the distance between us in quick strides.
And before I could even call out his name for the second time, he was upon me, hot and fast.
“What -” The rest of my words were swallowed by his full, sensuous lips as he claimed my lips in a soul-searching kiss.
Madison gasped. I pushed his chest, trying to tear my lips away from his, but he grabbed my wrists and intensified the heat of his kiss.
Did this mean he remembered me? Could it be that he'd recovered his lost memories?
He kissed me with a desperation that left me breathless, his hands gripping my wrists like a lifeline. His lips tasted like whiskey, honey, cinnamon and dark chocolate.
I hardly had the time to process why the blend tasted so fucking damn good.
He bent slightly to grab the underside of my thighs and wrap my legs around his waist.
Then, we were moving.
Madison's shocked gasp registered in the back of my mind, but I was lost in Thayne's kiss, my heart pounding in my chest.
The world narrowed to the two of us, our lips moving in a frantic dance, our hearts beating as one.
It only occurred to me that he was drunk after the bedroom I'd been kicked out from slid open.
Thayne let go of my wrists to play with my nipples. I moaned into the kiss, a soft sound that elicited a deep groan from his throat.
He started slowly at first, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, kneading and squeezing and teasing me to the point that almost felt like torture.
He pulled away, but only so he could graze my neck with his teeth. I nearly fell apart, but then I remembered he was drunk.
“Thayne, wait. You're drunk, I think we should stop.” I whispered.
He leaned back, and I realised too late that I'd made a grave mistake. My words triggered something feral inside of him, and the next thing I knew, I was on the bed.
Before I could even push myself up, he was on top of me.
“You dare to try running from me, little lamb?” He growled, a pure animalistic, low and dangerous sound, vibrating straight between my legs.
I tried to push up again, my palms flat on his chest, but he caught both my wrists in one hand and slammed them above my head.
The mattress dipped under his weight. His green eyes were glassy with whiskey and something darker, something that remembered every filthy thing he’d ever done to me, even if his mind didn’t.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice rough like gravel. “Shaking already and I haven’t even touched that greedy little pussy yet.”
He shifted lower, dragging his knees and forcing my thighs apart.
The cool air kissed my skin when he shoved my skirt up to my waist.
My panties were soaked; I felt it the second his gaze dropped.
A wicked smirk curled his mouth.
“Fucking drenched. You can pretend you’re scared all you want, baby, but this cunt knows exactly who it belongs to.”
He ripped the lace aside with one hard yank. The fabric tore like paper. I gasped, my hips jerking in protest, but he pinned me down with a strong forearm across my hips.
“Stay still,” he ordered. “Or I’ll tie you to this bed and edge you until you’re crying for my cock.”
His free hand slid up my inner thigh, slow, teasing, his thumb brushing so close to where I throbbed but never touching. My legs started trembling instantly.
“Please…” The word slipped out, small and needy.
“Please what?” He leaned in, his hot breath fanning over my clit.
“Please lick this pretty pussy? Please make you scream? Use your words, little lamb.”
I whimpered, my hips trying to chase his mouth. He pulled back just enough to deny me, chuckling dark and dirty.
“Beg.”
I gulped. “Thayne, please, touch me—”
“Louder.”
“Please… eat me. I need your tongue—”
He rewarded me with one long, slow lick from entrance to clit. My back arched off the bed. He groaned against me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“That’s it. Cream on my tongue, baby. Show me how badly you missed your owner.”
Your owner?! Did this mean his memory of me was back?
He didn’t tease anymore. He devoured.
His mouth was hot and ruthless, his tongue fucking into me, then flicking my clit in tight, cruel circles.
Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning, curling hard, stroking that spot that made my thighs shake uncontrollably.
I screamed his name, my wrists straining against his grip. He only growled and sucked my clit harder, pumping his fingers faster, the wet sounds loud and filthy in the quiet room.
Every time I got close, he would stop and pull away.
Then he'd blow cool air over my swollen folds and laugh when I sobbed.
“Greedy girls don’t get to come until I say so.”
He did it again. And again. Until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and my legs wouldn’t stop trembling.
Until I was babbling, begging, promising anything if he’d just let me fall apart.
He rose up on his knees, shirtless and sweat-slicked, his massive cock straining against his trousers.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes feral with a primal desire that lured me in even though I was meant to run from it.
He grabbed my thighs and spread me wider, so wide my muscles burned.
My whole body was shaking now, my thighs quivering like leaves in a storm.
He lowered his head slowly, deliberately, until his lips almost brushed my clit.
Then he stopped.
His eyes locked on mine, dark and full of dangerous promise.
He smiled, slow and filthy, then whispered the words that rattled me.
“I swear, it feels like we've met before.” And then he lowered his mouth onto my clit and fire erupted inside me.