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Personal Entanglement (Thorne and Dash #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Silvia Violet

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B01E0WQKZW
Book Information:

Several months ago Thorne hired Riley as an escort. They fell hard for each other and ultimately made their relationship personal rather than professional. Every moment they spend in bed is pure bliss, but good sex can’t solve all their problems as they struggle to make things work between them. Thorne convinces Riley to move in with him, but their differences in age and income weigh more heavily on Riley once they share a home.

If that weren’t enough, culinary school is turning out to be a disappointment for Riley rather than a dream come true, and he’s considering the daunting prospect of starting his own business. Thorne wants to swoop in and fix everything, but Riley keeps refusing Thorne’s money or advice, feeling like he’s losing control over his own life.

Thorne and Riley will have to rely on their love for each other to help them find the balance between independence and entanglement.

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Thorne and Dash Series by Silvia Violet

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CHAPTER ONE

Thorne pinned Riley’s wrists to the bed. “You like this? Like me turning things around and taking your ass?”

“Yes!” Riley struggled to get free. He tried to move his hips, to take Thorne deeper, but Thorne held himself still, cock barely inside Riley.

Thorne knew holding back was driving Riley insane.

“Why are you doing this?” Riley whined.

Thorne bit his lip, concentrating on not fucking Riley. He’d told himself he wasn’t going to push for more now that Riley was his… What? Boyfriend? Partner? Lover? He’d tried to be good, tried not to beg Riley to move in. He’d meant to wait and let Riley realize how good it would be for them to be together every night, but Riley wasn’t deciding fast enough to suit Thorne. And Thorne liked getting his way.

Just before they’d tumbled into bed, still half-covered in whipped icing, which should have been on a strawberry cake, Riley had said he needed to go home. He had an early morning, and it was easier to catch the train from his place.

Thorne had used his best weapon to keep Riley there: seduction.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked Riley.

“Thorrrrne.” The word was half exasperation, half raw lust.

“Say you’ll move in with me.” Thorne’s attempt at manipulation was so blatant, so ridiculous, there was no way Riley would say yes. Of course, Thorne would fuck him anyway, as if he could deny himself such pleasure.

He sank in a little farther, and Riley groaned.

“What happened to not forcing this?”

Thorne shrugged and smiled at him. “I got impatient.”

“You’ve been impatient.”

“I got desperate.”

Riley looked up at him. Soft, hungry, like he fucking worshipped Thorne. Then he flipped them, straddling Thorne and driving himself down, taking all of Thorne’s cock.

“Bastard!” Thorne shouted.

“A bastard who intends to get off. No more games.”

“You love games.” Thorne grabbed Riley’s hips and held them tight, trying to stop him from moving. “Just try it. You can move back in with Marc if it’s so bad, but really, wouldn’t you rather wake up like this? Aren’t you tired of going back and forth between our places? My car service can take you to school every morning.”

“Thorne.” Riley’s voice held a note of warning.

“Damn it, Riley.”

Riley moved up, working himself on Thorne’s cock.

“How about a bet?” Thorne asked. If he was going to push, he might as well go all in. “If you come first, you have to move in for a trial period.”

Riley shook his head. “That’s insane.”

Thorne flipped them again and thrust hard into Riley, making him gasp. “Because you know you’ll lose.”

“I know nothing of the kind.” Riley squeezed Thorne’s cock with his internal muscles, and Thorne shuddered. “You’re a manipulative ass.”

Thorne raised a brow. “Did you just figure that out?”

“Are you asking to be punished?”

Thorne groaned. “Yes, and wouldn’t it be more convenient to give me what I deserve if all your toys were here?”

“Fuck, how do you know just what to say?”

Thorne didn’t respond. Everything he could think of to say would get him in worse trouble. Instead, he demonstrated just how much he was enjoying being the one doing the fucking.

When he knew Riley was close, he gripped his hips hard and pulled out oh-so-slowly. “Sleeping next to you is so good, so warm, so perfect. I want you here. All. The. Time.” He punctuated his words with quick thrusts into Riley.

“And you always get what you want?” Riley’s voice was breathless.

“Not alllllllways.” But most of the time.

RILEY COULD SEE Thorne’s vulnerability so plainly. Riley knew what Thorne meant even though his words didn’t match the sentiment at all. Now that Thorne had learned to open up with Riley, he felt lonely on his own. He was afraid of losing Riley, afraid of everything falling apart. For some reason, he’d decided if Riley moved in with him, it would be a sign that things were working. If Riley was willing to live with him, then Thorne could tell himself he’d figured out this relationship thing. Not that Thorne would mind having Riley available for fucking 24/7. That part was true enough; the man was fucking insatiable. But that wasn’t the whole picture.

What if moving in meant they drove each other crazy? What if Riley felt smothered, confined without his own space? Although speaking of insatiable, he didn’t have any trouble keeping up with Thorne. The idea of sleeping with Thorne every night was very tempting. And not just for the sex. The man might not want to admit it, but he loved to cuddle, and falling asleep in his arms gave Riley the best dreams.

Riley rolled them once more so he was on top. He rose up and lowered himself onto Thorne. When Thorne did nothing to restrain him, he kept going as he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked himself, not like he normally would during sex but like he would if he were jerking off and he was in a hurry. He used the motion best designed to get him off as fast as possible, squeezing tight at the top of each stroke, brushing his palm over the head.


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