Black Thorns (Thorns Duet #2) by Rina Kent

His eyes darken with that haze that I love so much about him. “You want me to chase you now?”

“I don’t know.” I inch to the edge of the sofa.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you harder this time.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I’ll fuck you good, fuck you right until you scream.”

“You will?”

“It’ll hurt.”

“Mmm.”

“I’ll be rough.”

“Yes, please.”

“It’ll be out of fucking control.”

“Yeah?”

“It’ll be everything you need and more.”

“What are you waiting for? Catch me,” I whisper in a sultry voice and bolt.

Sebastian’s grunt follows after me as I head toward the stairs, then stop and change direction toward the kitchen’s back balcony.

If he catches me on the stairs, I don’t have a damn chance.

He’s right behind me and I can feel him closing in on me.

I don’t stop as I open the balcony door with shaking fingers and sprint around the built-in table on the porch.

Thankfully, only the trees and a few faraway houses are in sight, but any of the neighbors could come out and see me naked.

A large hand grips me by the elbow and I shriek, then try to butt his chin. Sebastian evades me and pushes me on my back on the table. “Got you, baby.”

“No, no…let me go!”

I hit at his naked chest, leaving scratch marks, but he easily subdues my wrists and slams them at the top of my head.

“I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly, you won’t be able to move, let alone leave.”

“Let me go!”

“Scream louder for the neighbors to hear how much of a greedy slut you are. My slut.”

His chest covers mine as he kicks my legs apart and thrusts inside me. He does it with no preparation whatsoever, and it’s so fucking delicious.

The burn turns me speechless as my body takes all of him in.

I’m wet from the small chase and I moan loudly as he drives into me with a force that pushes me across the table.

I flex my fingers above my head, but they barely move with his savage hold on my wrists.

He’s like the beast, crushing me, taking me, owning me.

Making my every desire come true.

“Sebastian!”

“Yes, baby. Call my name.”

“Sebastian!”

“Call me the way you did seven years ago.”

“What?”

He rolls his hips, hitting deeper as pressure builds inside me at a maddening rhythm and then it’s relief and then it’s pressure again.

“You know. Say it.”

“Baby?”

He thickens inside me and his rhythm spirals out of control. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me, baby. Take me.”

“How should I take you?”

“Rough, hard…give it to me, please…”

“Who’s the only one who gets to fuck your tight little cunt?”

“You…”

“Who’s the only one you unravel around?”

“You!”

“Who the fuck do you belong to?”

“You, Sebastian! You!” The words match his maddening rhythm and they’re so liberating, so freeing that I wish I’d said them before.

“Now tell me what you said back then, Naomi. Right before you left the cell.”

“I…”

“Say them, Naomi.”

“I love you!” I scream as my orgasm hits me and wetness like I’ve never felt before pours out of me and soaks my thighs. But I don’t focus on the embarrassment as I scream, “I love you, Sebastian!”

“Only me?”

“Only you.”

Sebastian fucks me harder as he looks over my shoulder. “Heard that, motherfucker?”

I roll my head back, catching sight of none other than Akira. He stands behind us, watching the show with his usual penetrating gaze. His posture is so still, he can be mistaken for a statue.

Mortification grips me at being watched this way, whether by him or anyone else.

True, my nakedness is fully covered by Sebastian’s body, but still.

He doesn’t stop, though. He fucks me rougher, faster, ripping a moan from deep inside me.

At that moment, no one else matters. Not Akira, not anyone. It’s just me and Sebastian.

I moan his name, riding the pleasure until he empties deep inside me. And then I’m coming again with his name at the tip of my tongue.

Jesus. I’m so depraved.

I just had sex with Sebastian in front of my husband, yet all I feel is the need for more.





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Sebastian





I stare up in the onyx eyes of Akira fucking Mori.

The man who didn’t only marry my Naomi, but also stayed with her for years.

The man who saw her every day, talked to her every day, touched her every day when I didn’t even know where she was.

Naomi stays limp underneath me as my front covers hers and my cum and her juices drip down her thighs.

Akira snuck up to the porch as I was driving into her and stood there, silent, watching with a slight rise in his brow.

The most logical thing to do would’ve been to stop and hide her from him.