CHAPTER 66
Thorne's POV
"So... start talking‚" she said.
I looked at her and my brain short-circuited.
She was still on my desk with her legs slightly apart‚ her jeans unbuttoned and sitting low on her hips. Her bra was somewhere on the floor and her shirt was bunched up around her waist‚ leaving everything above it bare. Her breasts were full and swollen‚ n*****s still hard and flushed dark from where my mouth had been.
There were bite marks across her collarbone and red patches blooming along her neck from my teeth and my stubble and her hair was a tangled mess from my hands pulling it. Her lips were puffy and raw and there was still a faint smear of blood on her bottom lip from when she'd bitten down on me mid-f**k.
She looked completely destroyed. And so f*****g sexy that my c**
