LOGINChapter 95Skye's POVI was already reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants when he caught my wrist and brought it to his lips instead."Not now‚" he murmured against my fingers. "Let's eat first.""Thorne—""No." He turned back to the stove and flipped the bacon like nothing had just happened between us. "Sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."I groaned and leaned against the counter‚ watching him move around the kitchen in that apron. "You can't say something like that and then tell me to eat eggs."He glanced over his shoulder at me with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Look at you. Desperate.""I am NOT desperate—""You are." He plated the eggs and bacon and turned to face me‚ amusement all over his face. "You know what I think? I think you're the sex-obsessed one in this relationship. Not me."My mouth dropped open. "YOU are the one who bent me over a table in a restaurant two days ago‚ Thorne. YOU did that.""And who begged me for it?" He raised an eyebrow while carrying both p
Chapter 94Skye's POVI walked into the kitchen with my phone still clutched in my hand. Thorne was at the stove‚ stirring something in a pan."Did you mark Julia?"He stilled.That was my answer.The tears came fast and I didn't bother wiping them. "I can't believe this. All any of you do is LIE to me."He turned off the cooker. "Skye—""NO." I shoved him. Hard. He barely moved but I shoved him again anyway. "I HATE you. I hate ALL of you!"My fists connected with his chest over and over while the sobs tore out of me. He didn't stop me. He just stood there and took it."You made me believe I was your fated mate! That I was SPECIAL. That this bond was something sacred and REAL. But you marked HER first! Years before me‚ Thorne!""You're getting it wrong—""Then TELL me! Tell me right NOW because I am so SICK of letting you all LIE to me!"His jaw tightened. "I marked Julia three years ago. But it wasn't what you think.""You said the mate bond only snaps with your fated mate—""Julia
Chapter 93Skye's POV"AHHHHHH!"The shriek ripped out of me as I stumbled backward‚ the leather journal shaking in my hands. My eyes were wide as I stared down at the pages‚ reading the same lines over and over again as if somehow the words would change.They didn't.I had been staying at Thorne's penthouse for the past two days. After the adoption reveal‚ I couldn't face Mom or Ethan. I needed space. I needed to breathe. This morning‚ Thorne had gone to make breakfast and I'd been looking through his nightstand for a hair tie when my fingers brushed against the worn leather spine hidden beneath a stack of papers.I'd pulled it out. Opened it.And now I couldn't unsee what was written inside.Ethan's handwriting. I'd recognize it anywhere‚ the sharp slant of his letters‚ the way he never dotted his i's. Pages and pages of entries about me. About us. Together. In ways that made bile rise in my throat.Sexual fantasies. Detailed ones. About his own sister.I shook my head‚ my whole bod
Chapter 92Skye's POVHis hand slid up my spine and pressed gently between my shoulder blades‚ easing me forward until my palms were flat on the white linen. The plates and glasses shifted around my hands and I could feel the cool tablecloth against my forearms as I gripped the edge.He pushed my dress up over my hips‚ bunching the gold silk at my waist. The air hit my bare skin and I heard his belt unbuckle behind me‚ the clink of metal‚ the slide of leather‚ the sound of his zipper coming down."Hold the table‚" he said. "And try to be quiet."I heard him free himself and then his hand was between my thighs again‚ pulling my underwear to the side‚ and I felt the thick head of him pressing against my entrance‚ hot and hard and demanding."Thorne—" I gasped‚ my fingers curling tighter around the table's edge. "Someone could walk in—""It's a VIP room‚ baby." His voice was low and steady behind me as he dragged himself through my wetness‚ teasing. "Look around. No cameras. No windows f
Chapter 91 Skye's POV "Just watch‚ baby." His hand slid under the tablecloth and landed on my thigh. His fingers pressed into the silk of my dress‚ dragging the fabric up slowly‚ inch by inch‚ until the cool air hit my bare skin above my knee. My breath caught. "Thorne‚ we're in a restaurant—" "A private room‚" he corrected‚ his lips brushing against my ear. "With a locked door. And you've been moaning like that for the past ten minutes." His fingers climbed higher‚ tracing the inside of my thigh with a featherlight touch that made my legs fall open without my permission. "So now I'm going to give you something real to moan about." His hand reached the edge of my underwear and I grabbed his wrist. Not to stop him. Just because I needed to hold onto something. "Spread your legs wider‚" he murmured. I did. His fingers pushed my underwear to the side and the first contact of his fingertips against my bare skin made me jolt so hard the table shifted. He found me alre
Chapter 90 SKYE'S POV The restaurant was the kind of place that didn't have a sign outside. Just a black door and a man in a suit who opened it the moment Thorne's car pulled up. We walked in and the hostess took one look at Thorne and her whole posture changed. She dipped her head slightly‚ almost a bow. "Alpha‚" she murmured. "Right this way." She led us past the main dining room and down a hallway to a private room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A single table sat in the center‚ dressed in white linen and candlelight. We sat down and within seconds a waitress appeared. She was young‚ blonde‚ and very human. She walked up to our table with her menu pad and positioned herself directly beside Thorne's chair and bent forward as she handed him the menu. Her blouse gaped open. Deliberately. "Good morning‚" she said‚ her voice dropping into something breathy and low. "What can I get you to start with? We have an excellent wine selection if you'd like me







