Noto the rush of adrenaline humming through my veins, as if I’m hungry for more.
Just no.
Vaughn growls as he sucks and bites on one of my tender nipples, making me thrash and choke out a broken, needy cry.
“Please!” I sob. “Please stop! STOP!”
“Beg me, princess,” he groans into my breasts, biting down hard and making me squeal sharply. “You know it only gets me fuckingharder.”
He roughly shoves my legs apart and pushes himself between them. He drops one hand to his belt, yanking it open as my pulse jangles in my ribcage.
This can’t be happening.
This isn’t how I'm supposed to lose my virginity.
“Say the word, Evelina,” he snarls in an almost human tone, pushing down his darkness just enough to give me one last warning. “Say the fucking word.”
Inside, I’mscreamingit.
Midnight.
MIDNIGHT MIDNIGHT MIDNIGHT.
And yet my vocal cords won't obey, whether from stupidity, terror, or some deranged act of defiance.
I flinch when Vaughn grabs my panties and yoga pants tangled around my thighs, and a sharp gasp chokes from my throat as he viciously yanks them down past my knees. That survival instinct snaps to life inside me again, my feet kicking and thrashing, even though it’s pointless against his strength.
Vaughn is utterly heedless of my clawing and screaming as he pulls my sneakers off. He rips my pants all the way off, tossing them aside before he roughly slaps my legs apart and inserts himself between them.
I scream and claw and slap at his chest as he looms over me. My fingers catch in the neck hole of his T-shirt, which rips away from his body.
I jerk my hand back, and a gasp lodges in my throat at the leering faces of terror and death that suddenly snarl and grin at me.
Jesus.
He’scoveredin tattoos: skulls, reapers, snakes, daggers. Ghastly, ghoulish scenes dripping in darkness and blood are inked all across his grooved, chiseled, torso.
Monstrosities leer down at me as the monster himself shoves his hand between my legs.
My eyes bulge.
“No, wait! Please?—!”
Isquealas Vaughn sinks two thick fingers deep inside me. My back arches off the ground at the sudden intrusion, my legs flailing as I claw at his rippling forearm with both hands.
But…God help me…
I’mwet.
Slickly,embarrassinglywet.
My squeals, and the writhing and squirming aren’t because I'm in pain. They’re because those two thick fingers slide so easily into me.
Pure mortification explodes across my throbbing face.
“My my my,” Vaughn rasps in the darkness, stabbing through the gauze of madness fogging my mind. “This greedy little princess cunt is leaking all over me, making a fuckingmessof my fingers.”
I shudder, my legs vainly trying to close as he roughly strokes his fingers in and out and scissors them. Lewd, loud,wetsounds echo mortifyingly in my ears as he thrusts them into me violently, making my insides tighten and clench.
