Chapter 5
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Thorne
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Her eyes blink the darkness away as I turn the lights on, in my room.
My house is big, but it's empty.
The wall screams the loneliness I wish to ignore
The silence becomes dreading when you pay attention.
But I am just a visitor here, and that's why I don't call this home.
"Is this your room ?" She asks, as she walks inside my master bedroom
"It is" I answer her simple question as I shut the door behind us.
"So where do we begin ?" I arch a brow as she runs her hands on the mattress, like she is testing it
And when she hears my question, her eyes innocently looks up at me with a questioning look like she cannot understand the meaning behind my words.
"As we are not having any small talk.
Let's start by getting naked " I make my words clear, as I stare at her.
Walking towards the corner of the room, I open the curtains, so the night light can beam in.
She looks like the lost star, as I notice the way she is shivering as she lifts her dress off her small body, without any further word.
Like a small obedient girl
being in this field, where you have to deal with all strong and powerful people like you, having the control, the dominance is very important.
And that's why they call me the boss.
And some call me the devil, because when I fight there will be no space for mercy.
But now, this ain't a battle.
Yet, I like to win.
Removing my leather jacket, and my watch placing it on the small lamp next to the bed, I walk closer to her,
I notice the way her chest rises and falls as I take every step closer.
"What's your name sugar?" I ask, as I stand in front of her.
Like the tall and dark beast while she sits like an obedient angel in front of my eyes.
Her thighs pressed together, her hands on her knees
Her long brown hair trying to cover her modesty, as they cover the most of her almost naked breasts.
"Huh, its Lilly Harris… Harris " she stammers and a small smile forms on my lips seeing her guts kick in.
"How old are you ?" I ask her, as she looks too young in front of my eyes.
And I don't do young girls, not if they are below twenty-five.
The youngest women I have ever been was twenty-eight.
Something about young women doesn't rub off well on me.
I feel they expect too much and expectations always hurts.
I might be bad, but I don't play my hands when it comes to women and their feelings.
Because I know how much it will affect you
have seen one and still, her pain breathes off on me.
"I'm twenty-two" she smiles, with a hesitation behind her eyes
And for a fact I know she's lying.
"Let's try again.
How old you are Lilly?" I ask my voice firm and clear now with a dominance.
I don't know to do it otherwise.
I wasn't born in the class, but I was born to the mass, where people didn't hesitate to get their hands dirty.
"Twenty one" she mutters her eyes blinking away the fear.
"I see" this time I don't argue as I move closer
Her eyes widen ,as my thumb brushes her jaw line as I trace her skin.
The smooth skin under my calloused hands
"What's …your name?
What?" Her voice shivers as I bring my thumb brushing her eyebrows, she has them so natural and not drawn.
Her pink lips ,small mouth but perfect full lips looks like its begging me to kiss to her
Maybe I can make an exception tonight.
She took the courage to come with me.
And clearly she has no idea who the hell I am, and it feels good to introduce yourself in front of someone who has no idea about what kind of monster you are.
Or all the stigma that has been attacked on your name.
It feels new, just like her.
"Thorne.
Thorne Demitiri" I answer her curious eyes as I lean forward and peck her lips unable to resist anymore.
She sucks in a breath as parts her lips, welcoming.
But I pull away, wanting to see those eyes holding the lust, holding the anticipation of what ill do to her.
"Should I call you Dem?" She asks
And I smirk, she heard it from the guys I was before at my club.
They are like my brothers.
But not by blood.
"You can call me Thorne " I say, insisting.
Not many call me like that by my first name.
In our biker tradition none of use their first names, its like disrespectful unless the person is close to you, and it has been ages since I have heard my first name taken by someone.
I am always called as Demitiri, or Devil.
Or as boss.
But today ,I would like her to call me by my first name which feels distant to me.
Only my mamma used to call me that but the fate ,which I call a b***h took her away from me.
Leaving the just two of us and then ,the b***h played again.
Now I'm alone, in my empty walls.
"Thorne " her lips move slightly as she takes my name with an amusement behind her eyes and softness behind her tone
And it feels new.
"What's on your mind?" I ask her as the desire builds in me like the mountain, that you can't see past through it.
"What do you have in your mind ?" She asks, her lips curling up as she brings her hand around my wrist as she plants a soft kiss.
Such an innocent thing and yet all I can think is all the sinnest things I can do to her.
And for one, I know that when she leaves my bed when I'm done, she will be chanting my name in her dream.
"Me ?
First I would love to get you all naked and throw you on top of my bed.
And ill spread your legs wide apart, as I touch every corner of your body.
Find your secret spots
The pleasure." my voice comes out deep as I pull her up, grabbing by her shoulders.
Her breathing gets erratic as we both move closer.
My hands go around her waist, as I lean in
"Then, I would finger your p***y.
Rough and hard
And when you are about to c*m, ill torture you with my tongue.
First I'm going to taste you and then ill have you suck my d**k" I smirk against her skin, as I push her hair away and kiss her neck.
She let's out a moan as she brings her hands around my neck, grabbing on to me.
"Then, I'm going to lift you up like a feather, and press your body against the wall, as ill hold your small body in my arms and ill f**k you.
Pound into you like an animal.
So hard that ,you will remember this night even when you will go back home and touch yourself.
So that you will scream my name even when your dreaming."
I bring my lips forward, as I smash against her hungrily
She dines in and lets me claim her with an innocence in her touch but the intensity in her lips.
She lets me taste her delicious mouth, as my hands run down her back as I unbuckle her bra and rip it away like I'm angry.
And I push her body on top of the bed.
Pulling my t shirt away, I hover on top of her as I claim her swollen n*****s in my big palm and my mouth watering at the beautiful sight.
She whimpers as I bite down her sensitive skin.
Her hands run through my thick black hair as she arches her waist forward, showing that she wants me too.
But then the sirens go out.
Loud noises break out, along with all the lights, loud announcements calling my out my name.
And I know, the b***h will never let me stay in peace.
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