I’ve done this a grand total of twice before, with Ethan. But it was more an awkward, fumbledrubbing, almost like he was petting a cat or trying to get a stain out of a couch cushion.
The sheer physical dominance that Vaughn exerts over me as he buries his thick fingers inside me and strokes with mad intensity is something else entirely.
Violent. Unhinged.
It should repulse me. Make me shut down and go bone-dry with horror.
Instead, it does the opposite.
I feel undone, like the ropes and the brakes that have been holding me back have finally been cut loose. Like I’m in a mad free fall with open arms.
I claw and slap at his arm, because I know I should. I'm supposed to hate this. But the loud,squelchingsounds of my pussy dripping all over his fingers tells me how much of a lie that is and screams how broken I might be.
His fingers ram into me harder, faster, his growls filling my ears as he buries his face in my neck.
I cry out when he bites down on my throat like a freaking animal, his teeth scraping over my skin as I squeal and writhe, feeling myself spasming around his intruding fingers.
“Your virgin cunt is sotight,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to my breast. “Like it’s going to squeeze my fingers right off.”
My breath catches in anticipation this time, then he savagely bites down again on my throbbing, erect nipple.
His fingers start to thrust faster, curling deep against that electric spot inside as my legs begin to shake.
My pulse starts to thunder out of control as my body stiffens.
My core clenches, my insides contracting around his thrusting, thick fingers.
No.
No no no.
I can’t come like this.
Ican’t freaking come,here, on the ground, with this psychopath shoving his fingers into my pussy like he’s trying to murder it.
But the more I try to tell myself it’s not about to happen, the closer I get. The more that slithering, coiling sensation tightens in my belly as my eyes roll back.
I’m going to come.
I’m going to COME?—
Vaughn’s fingers slide from between my legs. I choke on the broken sensation crumbling inside me as the buildup evaporates. My brow caves as I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop my disappointment from showing.
My eyes snap to his and I watch with a thrumming sensation vibrating through my veins as he brings his fingers to his mouth. His lips wrap around the glistening digits, and my face throbs with heat when he groans deeply.
“Mmm, princess,” he growls. “I think you might be my new favorite flavor.”
He sits back on his haunches and starts to tug off the torn remnants of his shirt.
I see my chance.
I roll, scrabbling for purchase, trying to get to my feet. But before I can even lift myself an inch, a big hand wraps like iron around my ankle, pulling a scream from my throat.
“Not. So. Fast.”
I cry out, clawing as he drags me back to him first by the ankles and then the tattered remnants of my shirt and bra, which rip the rest of the way off under his brutal grip.
Suddenly,fireexplodes across my butt. A viciousSMACKhangs in the air.
