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10: Soaked For Me?

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-22 00:07:55

Thorne’s POV

Finally, she’s mine.

She doesn’t know it yet, but tomorrow, I’ll marry her.

My bride.

This isn't by love. She'll obviously curse me, fight me, maybe even try to run away but I’ve already stitched the cage around her.

She’s mine.

If only she knew I was protecting her.

I leaned back in the chair, the candlelight flickering against the cold sharp lines of the walls. My hand rested loosely around the crystal glass of untouched scotch, but the fire in my veins wasn’t from anything aged in barrels. It was her.

God, she was beautiful tonight. So full of rage and confusion. Her chest rising and falling when she saw me. Her hands clenched. Those eyes? They always look like they’re drowning in something she can’t name. But I know it's fury and lust. She claims she's sick of me, tired of being stalked but when she got too curious in the bathroom…

God, the way she looked when the wax kissed her skin…

The way she looked when she inserted it in that day like a naughty lil slut.

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