“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
The dirty words send fresh arousal flooding through me. I’ve never heard a man talk this way, never imagined it would make me ache like this. My inner walls clench around him and he chuckles darkly.
“You like when I talk dirty to you, baby girl? Like hearing how hard you make me? How I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy until you can’t walk straight?”
“Yes,” I breathe. The admission comes easier than I expect. “I like it.”
He moves, slow rolls of his hips that lift me and bring me back down. Water laps at my breasts with every thrust. His free hand finds my clit again, rubbing firm circles while he fills me over and over.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing my ear. “Sitting on Daddy’s cock in the bath like a perfect little slut for me. So wet and eager. You going to come for me again? Milk me dry with that tight cunt?”
The crude words should shock me, but instead they push me higher. Pleasure builds fast, coiling tight in my core. I rock back against him, chasing the sensation. He groans and picks up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, the water splashing over the edge of the tub.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Ride me. Show me how bad you need it. This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.”
“It belongs to you,” I gasp. “Only you.”
“Damn right.” His fingers move faster on my clit. “Come on, baby girl. Come all over Daddy’s cock. Let me feel it.”
The orgasm crashes over me without warning, sharp and bright. I cry out, body shaking, inner muscles pulsing around him. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing it out until I’m limp and trembling against his chest.
He doesn’t stop. He lifts me off him, turns me around so I face him, then pulls me back down onto his cock. Straddling him now, water swirling around us, I brace my hands on his shoulders. His eyes lock on mine, dark with hunger.
“Ride me,” he orders softly. “Slow at first. I want to watch your face while you take every inch.”
I do as he says, rising and sinking onto him in deliberate strokes. The new angle hits deeper. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, thumbs pressing into my skin. He watches me with intense focus, gaze dropping to where we join, then back to my face.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Look at you bouncing on Daddy’s dick. So pretty when you’re stuffed full. You going to let me fill you up again? Pump you full until it drips out of you?”
The filthy promise makes me clench around him. I move faster, water splashing rhythmically. He leans forward and captures one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips thrust up to meet me. Pleasure sparks everywhere at once.
“I’m close again,” I whimper.
“I know. I can feel you squeezing me.” He releases my breast and grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “Come with me this time. I want to feel that pussy come while I empty inside you.”
His words tip me over the edge. The second orgasm is deeper, rolling through me in long waves. Thorne groans loud, hipssnapping up as he follows me, pulsing hot inside me. We cling to each other, breathing hard, water cooling around us.
After a long moment he kisses me softly, slow and sweet, the intensity giving way to tenderness. He strokes my back, my hair, murmuring praise against my lips. “Such a good girl. Took me so well. Made Daddy feel so fucking good.”
He helps me out of the tub, dries me with a thick towel, and carries me back to bed. We lie tangled together under fresh sheets, his arms wrapped around me once more. The soreness is still there, but it feels different now. Claimed. Cherished.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. For the first time in longer than I can remember, the future doesn’t feel terrifying. It feels possible.
Thorne presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Rest, baby girl. I have you.”
And I believe him.
TEN
SADIE
The days since that first night with Thorne have slipped by in a warm, golden haze I can hardly believe is real. I wake every morning tangled in his arms, his big body curled protectively around mine. We spend lazy hours in bed, talking quietly or not talking at all, his hands learning every inch of me while I learn how to touch him back. He cooks breakfast, makes me laugh with dry jokes about the other men at Haven 7, and holds me close when the memories of Magnus try to creep in. I’ve never felt this happy. Not once in my old life. The fear that used to sit heavy in my chest has lightened, replaced by something bright and fluttering that scares me almost as much as the danger ever did.
I’m falling for him. Hard and fast. Too fast. The realization hits me at odd moments, like when he brushes my hair behind my ear or when he calls me baby girl in that low, rough voice that still makes my knees weak. It’s only been a few days, yet my heart already feels tied to him in ways I don’t know how to untangle. I keep wondering what happens when this is all over. When Magnus is dealt with and I no longer need hiding. Will Thorne still look at me the same way? Or am I just anotherwoman he rescued, another temporary guest in his bed until the next crisis comes along? The thought twists in my stomach every time it surfaces. I have no idea if he does this with every woman who shows up scared at the compound. The possibility sits like a stone in my chest.
Tonight we walk toward the lodge for dinner with everyone. The mountain air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Thorne walks beside me, his hand occasionally brushing mine as if he wants to take it but senses my mood. I keep my arms crossed over my chest, shoulders a little stiff. I know I’m being standoffish, but the doubts have been building all day and I can’t shake them. He glances at me sideways, brow furrowed, but he doesn’t push. Not yet.
Inside the lodge the warmth hits me immediately. Voices and laughter fill the big room. Harper holds little Poppi on her hip while Kayley chases Aidan around the table. Fiona and Chase stand near the fireplace talking quietly. The men gather around the long table, plates already being passed. Daisy spots me right away and waves me over with a bright smile.
