Black Thorns (Thorns Duet #2) by Rina Kent

Sebastian’s co-workers are also here—Aspen included. I still don’t like her, but it’s probably my irrational jealousy. Candice smiles at me and wipes a tear with her handkerchief.

I love that woman so much. She’s been a huge help with all the wedding preparations and ‘keeping her boss’s head in the game,’ as she called it.

All of these people are here to witness our wedding.

Mine and Sebastian’s.

I finally see him. He’s standing at the altar, wearing a dashing black tuxedo that makes him look like a model.

A strand escapes his styled hair and the small imperfection makes him even more perfect.

More…irresistible.

That man stole my heart when I was eighteen and has never given it back.

He confiscated my body when I was twenty-one and turned each of my fantasies into a reality.

And along the way, he also stole my soul.

He took my innocence and twisted it into something absolutely addictive and never gave it back to me.

My feet come to a halt in front of him and he takes my hands in his, pulling me toward him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “I want to claim you here and now, baby.”

“Stop it.” I laugh, biting my lower lip.

“I mean it. You’re killing me, Tsundere.”

“Be patient.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Chasing me?” I whisper.

“In your wedding dress. In the forest.”

I nod eagerly.

Sebastian never stopped chasing me or pushing my buttons. He gives us both what we need and more.

The night I got him out of the cell once and for all, we moved into this house. Sebastian had absolutely no attachment to his apartment anyway.

And that same night, he chased me.

It was one of the best chases of my life and I came more times than I could count. Probably because I knew there was no longer anything standing between us.

That I was his as much as he was mine.

Or maybe it was because he kept calling me his fiancée as he fucked me hard and fast.

After we say ‘I do’ and we put on each other’s rings, Sebastian’s lips meet mine, and he kisses me with a hunger that matches my own. I hug his neck to return it, to sink deeper into him.

I’ve lost so much time already and there’s no way I’ll let that happen again. I’ll take advantage of every moment, every kiss, and every damn touch.

I squeal into Sebastian’s mouth when he picks me up in his arms and walks in the direction of the house.

The crowd breaks out in laughter, and some teasing remarks echo in the air, but neither of us could care less.

Once we’re inside, he kicks the door shut behind us and slams me against it. My legs wrap around his waist with my dress bunched over them. And then we make out as if we were still those hot-blooded college kids.

Maybe we are.

A part of us will always be trapped in that period of time when we became each other’s addictions.

When we became best friends.

When we fell so deeply in love and never managed to crawl out.

Sebastian’s mouth leaves mine with a groan. “I’m going to fuck you, Mrs. Weaver.”

I smile, my heart thundering. “I like that.”

“The fucking part or your new last name?”

“Both.” I palm his cheek, staring deeply into his tropical eyes that I’ve used as a source of light in my darkest moments. “I can’t believe we’re actually married, Sebastian.”

“I’ll spend the rest of our lives reminding you of it.”

“Promise?”

“I fucking promise.”

“I love you so much. I loved you seven years ago and I love you even more now.”

“I’ve been in love with the idea of you since we were fucking eighteen, Nao. Then three years later, I found the one woman who not only didn’t judge me, but also embraced my crazy. I never stopped loving you, baby, not even when a part of me hated you. Not even when you left. And for the rest of our lives, I’ll love you hard, love you fucking right.”

“Oh, Sebastian…”

“Say you’re mine, baby.”

“I’m yours. Always have been.”

“Even when you weren’t with me?”

“Especially then.”

His lips slam against mine and I close my eyes as laughter bubbles to the surface.

I’m happy.

I’m free.

I’m with the man I’ve always loved and forever will.





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Epilogue 2 - Sebastian





Three years later





“I can smell you, Naomi.”

Her small squeal of fear goes straight to my dick, hardening it until it’s fucking painful.

A rustle comes from my right and I sprint in that direction. I can hear her harsh breathing, her sneakers crunching the leaves, and her involuntary gasps.

She’s gotten good at hiding her movements. Like a good prey, she adapted to the environment and tries to make herself unnoticeable.

But never from me.

I can see her everywhere, smell her anywhere.

Find her anywhere.

Naomi zigzags across the ground in a useless attempt to lose me. But I’ve learned the forest by fucking heart. Just as she has.