Diesel

Mrs. Diesel Hunt.

I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

In fact, I didn’t want to wait to call her that. I wanted that privilege right here, right now. I didn’t want to wait until our wedding in Thailand. I wanted to own this woman completely and irrevocably.

When I first started seeing Titan, it was a battle for dominance. She wanted to control me, and I wanted to control her. She was a fierce opponent, and I feared I would never win, I would only share power with her.

But now she yielded to me.

She was all mine.

There would be no fight. There would only be possession. She willingly submitted to me, not because I was stronger than her.

But because I earned it.

I rode the elevator to the penthouse I’d been sharing with her. We hadn’t decided where we would live together because we were focused on the wedding—and the honeymoon. There were still a few other things we hadn’t discussed it—like a prenup.

The doors opened, and I felt the testosterone spike in my blood. The entire time I was at the office, I was anxious to come back to her. Now I could act on every instinct I felt, I could take her in whatever way I wished. I would never have to let her overrule me again.

I was the king.

Even though I loved her, she was now my prisoner.

A willing one.

I stepped into the living room and found Thorn sitting beside her, paperwork spread out everywhere, two cups of coffee and their open laptops on the coffee table. Tatum was dressed for the office even though she hadn’t returned to her building. Thorn was in a black suit with a black tie. Even though she was ready to return to work, Thorn was still handling most of her projects because he’d been running them for the past six weeks. She was leaving again for a long honeymoon, so it didn’t make sense to pull Thorn off the job.

I had nothing against Thorn, but I didn’t want to look at his face right now.

Tatum looked up when she saw me. “Hey, how was—”

“Thorn, Tatum will talk to you tomorrow.” My eyes remained glued to hers even though I wasn’t speaking to her. I stripped my jacket off and tossed it on the floor.

Thorn didn’t give me a smartass remark. He shoved everything into his satchel, the sound of moving paperwork filling the tense silence.

Tatum stared at me, her gaze darkening in irritation. “You’re being a bit rude.”

I undid my tie and pulled it out of my collar. I didn’t toss it on the ground because I had other plans for it. “It’s after five o’clock. Now it’s my time.”

Thorn shouldered the bag then walked to the elevator, the corner of his mouth raised in a slight smile. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Titan.”

“I apologize for Diesel’s rudeness.” She tossed her paper aside and crossed her legs.

Thorn stepped inside the elevator once the doors opened. “Don’t worry, I get it.” The doors shut and hid him from view.

I hadn’t looked at him once, dismissing him as unimportant. I’d been at work all day while my woman stayed home. I’d warned her that things would be different, that I completely viewed her as my property now.

I unbuttoned the front of my shirt as I slowly approached her, my dress shoes slightly tapping against the hardwood floor. When I reached the rug, the movements were muffled, but my presence filled the space between us.

I stopped in front of her then placed the backs of my fingers against the hollow of her throat. My eyes watched my movements, slowly sliding up along her neck until I reached her chin. I tilted her face up, forcing her to look at me.

My fingers slowly migrated into her hair, feeling the soft strands that held a gentle curl. My fingers invaded the strands, brushing her like a prized mare. I watched her breathing increase, witnessed the way she swallowed. The muscles of her throat shifted with the movement, telling me this encounter was making her hot under the collar.

I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip, as if I were a painter holding a brush. I felt her intricate features, exploring the prominent softness of her pale cheeks. As if she’d never been broken in her life, she looked absolutely perfect. Like a raw diamond that shone brighter than any jewel, she was the greatest prize in the known world.

And she was mine.

I wanted to wrap my fist around her entire body and squeeze. That ring on her finger wasn’t a big enough declaration of my adoration. It wasn’t strong enough to ward off the eyes that appreciated her body.

I wanted more of her. I didn’t want to share her with anyone—especially the entire world.

I felt the silk tie between my fingertips, considering how I would use it. I could do anything I wanted to her, and the endless possibilities got me so hard I thought I might burst. I wrapped it around my knuckles before I stepped back. “Up.”

Titan stared at me, her lipstick slightly smeared from the way my thumb brushed against it. There was a blooming fight in her eyes, her natural reaction to any order that was issued. But her resistance didn’t last longer than an instant. She rose to her feet then faced me.

I didn’t kiss her right when I walked in the door. There was no hug or embrace. The affection I wanted to give her was much different, much more intense. It might not be romantic, but I didn’t give a damn if it was. “Turn around.” I didn’t raise my voice, but my command was heavy in just the tone. A real man didn’t have to raise his voice in the first place.

Her lips parted slightly like she’d been expecting a kiss. She hid her disappointment and complied. As if she anticipated what I was going to ask, she placed her hands behind her back and waited for them to be bound.

I wrapped my tie around her wrists and secured them tighter than necessary. I wanted the silk to dig into her hands, for the pressure to remind her she was owned by one of the richest men in the world.

Me.

I checked the knot even though I knew it was tight. Then I guided her forward down the hallway and into the bedroom. I placed her at the foot of the bed before I undressed behind her, taking my time as I stared at her back. My collared shirt was tossed over the back of a chair, my slacks were kicked aside, and my shoes and socks were left on the floor beside me. I stripped down to my bare skin then pressed my hard chest against her back. My balls hit her hands as they held against her ass.

The second her fingers touched me, she slowly massaged my sac.

I locked my arms around her waist, and I pressed my mouth to her neck. I kissed her soft skin, giving her gentle kisses then aggressive nibbles. My tongue moved up her neck and I breathed in her ear, feeling her body soften and harden at the same time. Her fingers started to work me harder, and she turned her face into mine, practically begging for a kiss.

She wouldn’t get a kiss until she earned it.

I teased her by brushing my mouth over hers, but I never let them connect. I could feel the metal ring she wore against my dick as she touched me, only reminding me that she belonged to me.

My hands gripped the fabric of her dress, and I slowly pulled it up, drawing it over her hips until it bunched around her waist. Her perky ass stuck out, the black thong contrasting against the fair color of her skin.

I hooked one finger inside her thong and slowly dragged it down, moving over her slender thighs until it was bunched around her knees.

Her back rose with the deep breaths she took, her excitement obvious in her heavy breathing. Her dress was yanked up, and her panties were around her knees.

Perfect.

I grabbed the back of her neck and slowly pushed her to the bed, keeping the arch in her back as she moved. Her ass stuck out, and she placed her chin against the comforter. Her feet were still on the floor, but she pushed up on the balls of her feet.

I stood behind her with a twitching dick, admiring all the hills and valleys of this beautiful woman. I moved on top of her and pressed a kiss to the top of her spine. Her skin immediately pebbled with goose bumps as I migrated down her back, kissing the curve in her back then the top of her ass.

She tightened underneath me, her breathing becoming harsher. The anticipation was killing her, the purposeful wait that I was making her suffer. Her wrists stayed against her back, but she tested them time to time, as if she forgot the silk keeping her there.

My hands pressed against the mattress on either side of her hips, and I leaned into her, my heavy cock pressing into her ass. I started to grind against her, pushing against her luscious cheeks.

Her fingers reached for me, but I was too far away.

This woman was entirely mine to enjoy.

I grabbed her throat then tilted her head back as far as it would go. When her eyes reached mine, I tightened my hold on her neck. “Stay.” I released her neck and pressed my hand against the mattress.

I pushed my dick into her soaked slit and sank deep. Both of my hands fisted the comforter underneath me as my cock absorbed her arousal like a sponge. There hadn’t been an instance when I wasn’t greeted by her slickness. She was always ready for me, at any time. I slid all the way inside, my size thickening and stretching her petiteness as wide as possible. I stared down at her face and watched the way she enjoyed it. When I pushed a little too far, her body immediately shifted. Sometimes I hit her cervix on accident because my length was too long.

For the first few seconds, I just enjoyed the way she felt. I memorized how her shoulders were pulled back because of the way her wrists were bound. The small muscles of her body were flexed and noticeable underneath the skin. She had been weak when she was recovering from her gunshot wound, but now she was back to her usual strength.

But she chose to bend for me.

I teased her with my cock, letting her feel how hard I was for her. I wanted to her feel the calm before the storm, to feel completely possessed by the man she gave her heart to. When I walked in that door, I wanted her all to myself. I didn’t give a shit if Thorn was there. It could be the President of the United States, and I still wouldn’t give a damn.

Without warning, I started to thrust hard. My weight drove her into the mattresses, and I pushed her deeper into the bed, making her shift up and down as I pounded into her hard. I hit her at the right angle, making her clit grind against the sheets underneath her.

She panted right away, her moans mingling with her heavy breathing. Her wrists writhed in their bindings as she tried to yank free. She didn’t want to escape, but she wanted to turn around and touch me. I knew she wanted to drag her nails down my back and split me open.

But she didn’t have the right to.

At this angle, I had her so deep. I had her so submissive. I already wanted to dump my load in her pussy. I wanted to do it over and over again. But my need for possessiveness restrained me.

She was about to come. I could feel it in the way she tightened around me. I could feel it in the way her breathing slowed.

I shoved myself completely inside her and remained still.

She growled in defiance.

I looked down at her face, seeing the redness in her cheeks and the hatefulness in her eyes. “Diesel…”

I ground against her, making her clit rub harder against the sheets underneath her.

She moaned as both of her hands formed fists.

“You. Are. Mine.”

She hesitated before she answered, enjoying the friction I gave her. “Yes…”

“Yes, Boss Man.”

Her breath came out shaky before she complied. “Yes, Boss Man.”

I pulled out my dick then hooked my arm across her chest. I kissed her neck, slathering the skin with hot kisses and caresses with my tongue.

She writhed underneath me, enjoying it but also hating it. “Please…”

“Please, what?” I spoke into her ear.

“Please fuck me.”

I kissed the corner of her mouth then rubbed my wet dick through the crack in her cheeks. “You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes, Boss Man…”

Watching my future wife beg for my dick was sexier than any threesome I’d ever had. I pushed down on the base of my dick and slid back inside her, greeted by her warmth and wetness.

“Yes…”

I thrust into her hard, picking up speed instantly. My dick already felt the spike of pleasure in my blood. He twitched in anticipation, knowing the impending orgasm would be as powerful as a tsunami. I thickened even further, the pressure inside her walls increasing. I hit my threshold but didn’t let myself cross the finish line.

I wanted to tease her, not torture her.

I thrust and pressed her against the mattress at the same time, giving her everything she needed to push over the edge.

“God…” She was almost there. She was panting, writhing.

Then I stopped again.

“Diesel!”

I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Tell me you love me.”

She breathed through the instant of silence, absorbing my words through her sex-crazed moment. Then she responded. “I love you, Diesel…”

I started to thrust. “Again.”

“I love you.”

I pounded into her harder, driving her into the end. “Again.”

“God…” She started to come, squeezing my dick without mercy. “I love you…” Her fingers spasmed and her moans turned incoherent. Her hips bucked slightly, the pleasure reducing her to a quivering mess.

I hit my trigger when I heard those words fall out of her mouth. My cock gave a final twitch, and I emptied deep inside her, filling her pussy with my enormous load. I’d fucked her before I went to work, but that was over eight hours ago. That was pretty much a different day.

I felt my own come surround me as I filled the minimal space she had. My fingers dug into the sheets, and I steadied my breathing, feeling the goodness sweep over me as the pleasure radiated from my core to every extremity. I loved to control this woman, to dominate her in a way no one else ever had. I got to do it for the rest of my life, to own her.

To make her a Hunt.

I pulled on the tie and undid the knot with two fingers.

Her wrists were marked from the constriction, and her hands came apart slowly, the muscles in her shoulders tense from staying that way for so long. She lay flat for a moment, recovering from the exertion as well as the pleasure.

I kept my dick inside her and kissed the back of her neck, my chest rubbing against her slender back. Her diamond ring still sparkled in the limited light, reminding me that she was always mine. I kissed her shoulders and spine next, treasuring her after the harsh way I took her like a piece of property.

She was my property.

Just as much as I was her property.

I slowly pulled out of her, my softening cock still slick from her arousal. My come was smeared across her stretched slit, and I enjoyed the view. I was a man, and like all men, I was proud of what I’d just done. “I’m gonna take a shower.” I kissed the back of her shoulder.

She rose on her arms and slowly moved off the bed, looking like the sexiest thing in the world with her panties around her knees and her wrists marked from the binding of my tie. Come dripped down the center of her thighs. “I’m going to join you.”

“No.” I stood in front of her and moved my hand into her hair. I gripped her and directed her stare on my face. “You’re keeping that come inside you until I’m ready to fuck you again. So pull your thong on and wait for me.”

Her eyes flashed at the way I spoke to her, but she didn’t dare deny me.

I released her hair and turned away. “Hope you’re looking forward to being Mrs. Hunt as much as I am.” I moved to the door, not expecting an answer.

Her voice reached me just before I stepped out. “I am.”

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I stepped inside Illuminance and immediately received looks from the staff in the lobby. They knew exactly who I was and my future stake in the company—in all the companies Tatum owned. The women stared at me the hardest, not flashing a single smile my way. Their looks were hollow and blank, like they were witnessing a legend they’d only heard rumors about.

The elevator took me to the top floor, where Tatum’s office was held, along with the important personnel she liked to keep close. It was her first official day back at work, and she had walked out of the penthouse in a new pair of stilettos and an elegant outfit.

She looked sexy as hell.

My woman was back in the game. Her attacker was lying in a grave somewhere, but she was still running the world like the powerhouse she was. A bullet wasn’t strong enough to take her down because she was invincible.

I walked up to Jessica’s desk, one of the four assistants who ran most of Tatum’s schedule.

When she saw me, she immediately rose to her feet. “Mr. Hunt, Titan isn’t in her office right now. She’s in a meeting with Ms. Alexander and Mrs. Cutler. She told me if you ever come by, I should take you to wherever she is.”

I couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across my face. I’d never had that kind of privilege before, even when we were officially seeing each other. Like everyone else, I had to check in and wait until she was ready for me. But now I had a special pass that allowed me to go anywhere and do anything I chose.

“I’ll take you to the conference room.”

“I know the way.” I walked away from her desk and entered the large hallway. There were a few conference rooms on the floor, but there was only she would use. It had a great view of the city, and despite the glass doors, it contained privacy.

I approached the room and saw the three of them sitting together, their laptops in front of them along with notebooks and pens. Tatum looked stunning in the black blouse she wore with golden buttons down the front. Her hair was pulled back loosely, some soft strands coming free. With dark eye shadow and painted lips, she looked ready for the runway rather than a meeting.

Thorn was in a black suit with a pink tie. Concentrated and focused, he didn’t seem to pay special attention to Ms. Alexander. Tatum told me they were sleeping together, and I couldn’t hold it against him because I wasn’t any better.

I’d fucked Tatum the first chance I got.

I stepped inside and watched them all turn to me.

Ms. Alexander gave me a professional smile along with a slight nod.

Thorn saluted me. “Diesel, you’re right on time. We’re breaking for lunch soon.”

I walked around the table and shook his hand as I went. Thorn had been nothing but pleasant to me since my name had been cleared. Now he went out of his way to be friendly toward me, to make up for the harsh things he said to me.

I wasn’t the kind of man to hold a grudge. He was Tatum’s family, so now he was my family. “Good. I should make Tatum eat.”

“Good luck with that,” Thorn said with a chuckle. “That’s like getting a goat to dance.”

“Are you comparing me to a goat?” Tatum’s eyebrow was cocked so high on her face it was about to jump off.

“What?” Thorn asked. “Goats are cute.”

“They’re farm animals,” she snapped. “I’m not a farm animal.”

Tatum was at the head of the table, so I came around until I reached her chair. I pushed one hand against the table and leaned down to kiss her.

That shut her up.

I kept the kiss PG, but it was still inappropriate for a business meeting. But whether she was meeting Thorn or a room full of suits, I didn’t care. My presence only strengthened hers. She was a powerful woman with incredible wealth, but with a husband like me, she was truly untouchable. If they fucked with her, they fucked with me.

And believe me, you didn’t want to fuck with me.

When I pulled away, I saw the affection in her eyes. The rest of her face was a professional mask, but that was one aspect she couldn’t hide—at least, from me. She reacted to my touch no matter how many pairs of eyes stared at her. She was mine, and she knew I would claim her in front of anyone. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” Tatum tucked a loose strand behind her ear, acting innocent despite the way I fucked her when I came home yesterday. “We were just working on the first product line we’re releasing as a company. We’re attending the trade show in Chicago this weekend.”

“The week before our wedding?” I asked incredulously.

Tatum shrugged. “I’m taking two weeks off for the honeymoon, so it’s now or never. It’ll be a great opportunity to showcase it, get people talking about it, have our PR team publicize it, and build up buzz before we drop it next month.” She was back to business as usual, juggling a million things at once. As if she’d never been shot at all, she was back to full capacity.

“I’m coming along.” I took a seat in the chair to the right of her, getting in position between her and Thorn. I wasn’t part of this project and didn’t know a lot of details, but I knew enough. “When are we leaving?”

Tatum didn’t make an argument. “Friday night. We’ll take my jet.”

“Alright.”

Tatum gave me a look before she turned away. She probably wanted to tell me to stay in Manhattan to catch up on all the work I missed out on, but she wouldn’t say anything in front of her partners.

She turned back to her computer and addressed Ms. Alexander. “Do you think there are any improvements to be made? What is the likelihood someone else can reproduce this?”

Ms. Alexander was a lot more professional than I was even though she was sitting across from Thorn. “There will always be someone out there who can copy it. They can dissect my work and figure it out. But by then, there will be a new and better line out. It’s the same thing with iPhones. By the time the competition catches up, a new one is out.”

I glanced at Thorn and saw him stare so hard at Ms. Alexander that he looked pissed.

“Any chance of a patent?” Titan asked.

“On certain aspects, yes,” Ms. Alexander said. “But not everything can be protected. That’s just how it goes.”

They spoke for a few more minutes, tying up their meetings so they could break for lunch. When they were finally finished, they left their laptops and notes on the table.

“What are you guys in the mood for?” Tatum asked.

I knew what I was in the mood for.

“Salad,” Ms. Alexander said.

“Me too,” Thorn said. But he probably would agree with anything Ms. Alexander said.

“Is that alright with you, Diesel?” Tatum turned to me, doing her best to regard me with indifference.

She failed miserably. “Anything you want, baby.”

We went across the street to a café and sat at a small table against the window. We immediately got service and ordered our drinks and lunches before we were left to our own conversation.

My hand rested on Tatum’s slender thigh, my fingers digging into the fabric that covered her skin. I wanted to pull it up a bit and touch her bare skin, but I also didn’t want any of the men to stare at her.

Even though they were already staring.

It didn’t feel like just Tatum and I were together, but it felt like we were on a double date. It was not public information that Thorn and Ms. Alexander were hooking up off the clock. It wasn’t my business to know that, but of course, Tatum told me. She was angry in the beginning but quickly got over it. She said she thought there could be more between Thorn and Ms. Alexander than good sex.

That Thorn might actually like this woman.

Thorn didn’t look at her once as he sat beside her on their side of the table. He didn’t make small talk with her either. His deliberate indifference only made their connection stronger. I could feel it in the air around us.

Ms. Alexander didn’t look at him either, choosing to stare out the window or look at Tatum. Her legs were crossed and so were her arms. She possessed the same poise Tatum did, and she also dressed in the same elegant way.

I suspected the two of them would be close friends very soon.

“Are you going to see your parents while you’re in Chicago?” Tatum broke the silence with a simple question.

“I have to,” Thorn said. “My mom will scratch my eyes out if I don’t stop by.”

Ms. Alexander smiled, her eyes shining slightly.

Thorn still didn’t look at her. “If she found out I went to Chicago and didn’t tell her…I’d get death threats.”

Tatum rolled her eyes. “She would not give you death threats. She’s sweet as pie.”

“Oh, she’s sweet, alright,” Thorn said. “But not when you cross her. And when her eldest son doesn’t stop by, there’s hell to pay. One time I was in Chicago for a single night before I flew back to Manhattan, and somehow, she figured it out.” He shook his head. “The phone call I got the next day…terrifying. She doesn’t cry and make me feel guilty. She screams at me like a sergeant in the military.”

Tatum chuckled. “I still can’t picture it…”

“Because she likes you,” Thorn said. “She doesn’t always like me.”

My hand moved Tatum’s dress up slightly, enjoying the soft skin of her thigh. “Ms. Alexander, are your parents like that?”

“No,” she said with a chuckle. “But they live close by.”

“Connecticut is a bit of a commute,” Thorn said. “About an hour.”

I cocked an eyebrow, interested that Thorn knew anything about her parents.

Tatum wore the same expression.

Ms. Alexander seemed slightly unnerved by his statement. “Yeah, but they’re just a train away. I talk to my mom regularly. They’ve never really been clingy or overly affectionate. But if they lived in Chicago, they’d probably feel the same way.”

“Are you an only child?” I asked.

“Yep,” Ms. Alexander said. “So our family’s legacy and reproduction have fallen to me…unfortunately.”

“But you want to have kids,” Thorn said. “It’s not like it’s a burden.”

This time, Ms. Alexander flashed him a glare, silencing him with her ferocity.

Thorn looked away.

Now it was awkward again. Ms. Alexander obviously wanted to keep things professional, but Thorn didn’t want to keep up a charade now that he’d told Tatum everything about his personal life. The production they were putting on really had no meaning.

Thorn turned back to her. “They know we’re sleeping together. So let’s just be real.”

Ms. Alexander took a deep breath, but her eyes turned into daggers. “That’s our personal life. I don’t see why we need to talk about it…especially right in front of them.”

“They’re my family, baby,” Thorn whispered. “I respect your desire to remain professional, but these are the people I see all the time. They know everything about my life. It just seems pointless…”

Ms. Alexander looked away, dismissing the conversation.

“He’s right,” Tatum said. “We’re all friends here. I don’t think there’s any need to put up a fake image when we’re all involved. We all have the maturity not to let it interfere with work.” She gave Ms. Alexander a smile. “So, relax.”

“See?” Thorn moved his hand to her thigh under the table.

She didn’t push it away.

I couldn’t gauge their relationship by watching them. In public, their feelings weren’t so obvious. But judging by the way Thorn wanted to be open about what they had, their relationship did seem different from all the others.

I never put my hand on a woman’s thigh in a restaurant.

Except the one woman I wanted to marry.

“Diesel.” Thorn turned to me. “When’s the bachelor party?”

I was way too fucking old for a bachelor party. “Never.”

“Never?” Thorn asked incredulously. “You only get married once.”

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” I didn’t want to slip a bill into a stripper’s thong. I didn’t want to smoke cigars with men in the middle of a strip joint to relive my days as a single man. I didn’t want to get stupid drunk with a woman under each arm. Those days were long over. “I’m thirty-five. I don’t need a bachelor party.”

“Who cares how old you are?” Thorn countered. “We should celebrate.”

“I’m good,” I said dismissively.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to be lame.” Thorn turned to Tatum next.

She smiled. “Very lame.”

Thorn rolled his eyes. “When did the richest couple in the world become the lamest couple? Diesel, you’re supposed to watch women get naked one more time. And Tatum, you’re supposed to dance on a stage with a guy wearing nothing by a thong.”

Tatum grimaced. “Honestly, that doesn’t sound fun at all.”

“And why would I want to watch women get naked? I’ve got the hottest woman in the world right here.” I leaned into Tatum and kissed her on the cheek.

Thorn rolled his eyes again. “Fine. Say goodbye to your youth in the most pathetic way possible.”

“I’ve seen it all,” I said. “I’ve done it all. I said goodbye to that life the second I met Tatum. It’s not like I’m getting married young and missing out on anything. I’ve lived a life of single misery for too long.”

Ms. Alexander’s eyes softened.

Thorn’s did too, but he did a better job of hiding it.

“And if Tatum really wants to go out and watch a guy dance in a thong, she can watch me.” I turned to her. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

She chuckled. “I can’t picture you doing that.”

“But I’m sure you can picture me doing other things.” My hand moved farther up her thigh, taking the dress with it. “I’ll be your bachelorette party. And you be my bachelor party. We’ll get stupid drunk. We’ll get naked. And we’ll do crazy shit that we won’t remember.”

“Now, that sounds like fun,” Ms. Alexander said.

“Well…” Thorn inched closer to her. “If you’re looking for a stripper, I’m available.”

She grinned then pushed him away. “Good thing I’m not looking.”

“Oh, come on.” He circled his arm around her shoulders. “I dance as well as I—”

“Professionalism from this point onward.” She pushed his arm down. “I mean it, Thorn.”

Thorn sighed and turned back to us, but he didn’t unleash a smartass comment like he usually would. She had some invisible power over him, a power I could see but perhaps he couldn’t. They did have an obvious chemistry, and Thorn was playful with her in a way I’d never seen him behave toward anyone else.

Tatum was right…there was something more there.