Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"And then we'll live happily ever after," I told my reflection in the mirror, puckering my lips and sending myself a kiss. "No more Harlow fucking Granger."
She'd stepped on my toes one too many times, and I was done with her. There were other things that were important, like the man I belonged together with.
I wondered briefly how I'd get rid of Pia. I had no doubt she would attempt to get Thorn for herself before I managed to. But she didn't know we were meant to be together all along. She never stood a chance in hell.
I danced around my room to the tune on my lips, and I felt happy for the first time in forever. Maybe ever.
Everyone always saw me as a spoiled little rich girl.
They didn't give a shit, though. They didn't want to look at everything that lay beneath. Feeling abandoned by my parents, as well as completely misunderstood. All the friends I had who were just users. All the boyfriends who only gave a shit about my looks and how tight my pussy was.
Thorn would. Thorn would be different. Surely Thorn would love me like none of them could.
And maybe then I would finally feel complete. Full, happy. Maybe this was my happily ever after. Maybe my purpose had been for him all along.
I smiled at the thought, and kept humming the song I'd known as a little girl as I twirled around the room.
I felt eyes on me when I turned towards the door, and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes drinking me in.
I stopped, my hands held behind my back, practically bowing in his presence.
"Are you afraid of me, Carina?" Thorn asked me thunderously, and I glanced up at him.
He was so incredibly handsome. The taut body, the chiseled face covered in stubble. He was all I'd ever dreamed of. And she'd stolen him, the stupid fucking bitch. She would pay dearly.
"Yes," I whispered, and he grinned at me wickedly.
"You should be," he said in that low growl of his, and I blushed to the roots of my hair.
He moved away from the door but after having a taste, I couldn't let him go just yet.
I dashed from my room, my fingers touching the sleeve of his suit and gently tugging in my direction.
His eyes followed my fingers to the sleeve of his jacket, and he glared until I pulled my shaking hand back.
"What do you want?" he asked me, and I bit my bottom lip, so desperate to tell him what it was.
To have him pick me instead of her, even when she was still around.
"I want..." I whispered, but I couldn't end the sentence, the words drying up on my tongue. "I wanted to wish you a nice day."
He smirked at me, and I knew he was aware I was lying.
"I'm sure it will be," he winked at me, regarding me for a second longer than I thought he would, and my heart jumped in my chest.
"Shouldn't you be somewhere?" he finally asked, and I shook my head slowly.
"No, no training until later," I said softly. "Why?"
His face darkened. Fuck. I shouldn't have questioned him! How stupid.
"You can come," I cut in desperately, and his eyebrows shot up. "You could come and... watch."
"Watch you getting fucked?" he asked plainly, and I blushed deeply at his crudeness.
"Yes," I managed to get out.
"I think we both know that wouldn't be appropriate," he said, and walked down the hallway.
I stared after him, my heart thumping long after he'd disappeared down the stairs.
His scent was lingering in my nostrils, so fucking masculine it made my pussy swell with the need to feel him inside me. Rhodes had nothing on Thorn. Thorn was an animal, a fucking beast. I would have done anything to feel the touch of his cock inside me just once. Anything.
God, I wanted him. Did I imagine it or did his eyes linger on me? He did look a bit deeper into my eyes, didn't he? Did he touch me? Did he want to? Did he want me as much and as badly as I wanted him?
Surely he felt it too, the attraction between us. Surely this magnetic pull wasn't just one sided. He needed me as much as I needed him. Right? RIGHT?
I shook my head to get the paranoid thoughts out. After tonight it wouldn't matter anyway. I would belong to him one way or another, with his precious little Harlow gone. And she didn't stand a chance against me and what I had planned.
I'd been working on the plan for so long.
This would seal my fate.
This would make Tommy's death seem like a fucking walk in the park.
Because Thorn had been the one to kill Tommy, but that night, I would be the one planning the murder. And even back then, I had told him to do it... He'd asked me if I wanted to spare my boyfriend, and I didn't hesitate before saying he should do it.