A Death to Seek (Thornes & Roses 3)

I shake off the ice that’s gotten a hold of my veins and grab a pair of sweats and a tee before shoving my way into the bathroom. A shriek of surprise stops me in my tracks. Zaria is wrapped in a tiny towel that shows off smooth, tanned legs that go on for days. The towel hides just enough for me not to be able to see if she’s shaven or not. But it doesn’t diminish her ample tits.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is shrill, but all I can do is chuckle. “It’s not funny. I need my privacy if I’m to live here.”

I tip my head to the side as I lean against the doorframe. “Privacy?” I quirk a brow, waiting for her to say something more. “That’s something you’ll have to live without.” There’s no doubt this girl is going to be a challenge. Rage dances in her eyes, and for a split second, I wonder what she’d look like on her knees, choking on my dick.

“Get out!”

“No.” I push in and shut the door to my bedroom before I leave my clean clothes on the counter. She doesn’t move. Her defiance is sexy. It makes me want to see how far I can push. Would she ever break? I’m intrigued to find out.

I don’t bother waiting for her to move. I tug off the tee I’m wearing and throw it int the hamper before I shove my jeans down my legs.

“Are you—?”

“If you want to see the Crown Jewels, you’re welcome to stay,” I tell her when I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs. Just before my cock flops out, she’s in her bedroom and slamming her door in my face. A laugh rumbles in my chest as she curses me from the other side. Yes, this is most definitely going to be fun.

I hop in the shower, and I’m immediately engulfed in the gentle, yet spicy scent of cinnamon and warm berries. It smells like Christmas with a fire roaring on a cold evening. She’s going to take over my space, which I’m not happy about, but if I get to see that fire in her eyes each time I invade her space, I’ll get over sharing my bathroom with her.

Dad thought it was a good idea for us to have interconnected rooms. It’s bullshit to be honest. She could just as well sleep in my bed since we’ll be married soon. But then again, if she were in my private sanctuary, I couldn’t have Jarred there.

The moment I step out of the shower, I stop and listen. Next door, a crash sounds and that has my feet moving so quickly, I don’t think about it until I’m standing in Zaria’s bedroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist. I’m dripping wet, and the only thing I can think of is Joy is going to kill me for messing up the carpet.

But the sight that captures my attention and steals all rational thought from my mind is Zaria sitting at the vanity with mascara streaked down her face. And she looks breathtakingly beautiful in her brokenness.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?” she sneers, but it doesn’t escape my attention that she’s taking in every exposed inch of my body.

I stalk toward her without a care that my towel could fall. I know she wants to see what’s hidden under there, and I’ll gladly offer her a show. But what I don’t like is that filthy mouth of hers. The only time I want her talking like that is when she’s begging for my dick.

I tangle my fingers in her still wet hair and tug her head back so that those golden eyes can find mine. “If you continue talking to me like that, I’ll have to show you exactly who’s fucking room this is,” I warn, my voice husky, but rigid as I lean in closer. The droplets from my wet hair drip onto her forehead and trickles down the side of her face. One lands on the apple of her cheek, mixing with the dark streak already there. “There will only be one instance that you will curse in this house and in front of me, it’s when my dick is rammed so far inside your tight little cunt, you’ll be screaming for mercy.”

Her lip curls at my words, and I can’t wait to hear her comeback. “Fuck. You.” Her words are enunciated so beautifully, so perfectly, I throb against the soft fluffy material of my towel. “You may be a Thorne, but I don’t take orders.”

The corner of my mouth quirks. “Give it time, princess, you’ll take orders, you’ll obey orders, and you’ll crave those same fucking orders from me when you’re alone in bed touching your needy pussy, wishing it was my fingers.” With that, I release her hair and step back. If I stay in here much longer, I will bend her over and make her take me. “Wash your face, it’s time for dinner.”