And I don’t know why that is.
Without warning, I’m suddenly rolled violently onto my back. Before I can say a word, he grabs the front waist of my yoga pants and my panties in his fist. With a swift yank, he rips them roughly over my hipbones and down my thighs.
The sheer violence of it sucks the air from my lungs, my eyes wide with horror.
Then a basic survival instinct catches fire inside me.
The instinct tofight back.
I kick and thrash, screaming and clawing as he moves on top of me. His strong hand wraps around my throat, his emotionless mask leering down at me.
A savageness I’ve never once felt before explodes inside me. Every muscle screams and rebels, my legs kicking and my arms flailing, trying to hit or scratch or slap him any way I can.
An explosive heat thunders within me, roaring through my veins like a drug as I claw and scratch at him. My hand finally connects, and Vaughn grunts as the mask is knocked askew.
One glinting, venomously blue eye stabs into me before he reaches up and rips the mask away entirely. His dark hair falls messily across his forehead, his chiseled, sculpted jaw grinding dangerously as his eyes blaze into mine.
His face is so intenselyblank. So devoid of humanity. It's like I’m looking into the swirling emptiness of malevolence itself.
Eye to eye.
Mortal to monster.
A broken whimper splinters in my chest when Vaughn’s long fingers tighten around my throat, his icy blue eyes glinting dangerously in the darkness as the crow screams in the night.
“Use your word, princess,” he rasps, his eyes dark as a twitch pulses in his jaw.
I shudder as he grinds his hips against me, pushing his thigh against my bare core. I tremble as the roughness of his denim scrapes against my thighs, edging closer to my sex.
“Use your safe word,” Vaughn growls, “or so help me God, I will fuck this cunt until you can’t walk for aweek.”
My hand lashes out at his face before I even consider the consequences. My palm slaps his face sharply, and my nails rake down his cheek, leaving bright red claw marks on his skin.
My eyes widen in horror.
“Vaughn—!”
A cry tears from my throat as he grabs my wrists and slams them above my head. He keeps them pinned there with one hand as he reaches for the neckline of my shirt with the other. I shriek when he grabs hold and yanks violently, ripping the fabric down to my navel before his hand grabs the front of my bra.
My body arches off the ground as he viciously tugs, ripping the pink lace and tossing it aside before his eyes drop to my small breasts. I squirm and shudder under his gaze, my pale nipples tightening to points as my upper back writhes.
He moves so quickly, I don’t even have time to scream. But suddenly, his mouth is on my breasts, and a choked squeal erupts from my throat when his lips wrap around a throbbing nipple.
Then hebites down.
HARD.
I scream as a dark, dangerous zap bursts deep in my core. He bites down again, viciously, like he’s trying to take my freaking nipple right off.
My arms strain against his grip on my wrists. Vaughn savagely mauls and chews first one nipple and then the other, alternating between punishing bites and roughly running his tongue over the throbbing, aching points of my nipples.
A liquefying feeling surges between my legs, melting through my core as he savages my breasts and pins me to the ground like his prey.
No.
No no no, to all of it.
Noto the heat between my thighs.Noto the achy, needy sensation slithering through my core as this psychopath brutalizes me.
