My knees begin to shake as I add a second finger, pushing them deep into my pussy, starting to grind my clit against my palm.
He was here.
He took my clothes off and did God-knows-what to mewhile I slept, which is supremely fucked up.
Deranged.
Criminal.
So why are you close to coming right now?
My moans grow louder and more broken, my body shuddering and shaking as I grind my pussy harder against the heel of my hand. My other hand slips up to my neck and through the cum drying there before I slide it over my jaw toward my mouth. My lips wrap around a slick, sticky finger.
…And my bodyshatters.
I cry out, my hips jerking and shaking as I start to come. Slickness squirts against my hand, and I moan loudly as I suck the cum from my fingers.
His cum.
His claim.
His reiteration that we’renotdone.
My hand keeps rubbing my pussy, my body writhing as I groan around the finger in my mouth. Suddenly, I come again.
What is wrong with me?
I’m broken. Deranged. In genuine need of psychiatric help.
…Because I desperately cravemore.
“I—I’mdoing my best. It’s not like I can justask?—”
“Your best, Ms. Nikitin,” the man on the other end of the line growls icily, “is proving to benot good enough.”
My fingers tighten on the phone as I listen to Joaquin, Diego’s second-in-command.
“Get Señor Torvallés what he asked for,” he finishes. “Or therewillbe consequences.”
The line goes dead. I take a shaky breath.
It’s been almost three weeks since the initiation.
The first time Vaughn went radio silent on me, after that night where he took my virginity and my sanity in the graveyard, I felt abandoned. Even when I tried to tell myself how absurd that was, or how childish it was to be upset that someone who wasclearlya casual hookup wasn’t calling me.
But Vaughn’s disappeared for longer this time, and I don’t have the same feelings of self-doubt.
Not because I’ve conquered my emotional vulnerabilities or pulled up my big-girl panties.
Because I know he’s not really gone.
Vaughn hasn’tofficiallyspoken to me in the ten days since the night of the party at Sebastian’s penthouse, where he hauled me into the powder room and, for lack of a better way to put it, turned me into his eager, submissive slut.
And yet hehasseen me since that evening, five times.
While I’m sleeping.
The next time it happened was two days after the night I woke up with his cum all over my body. He left my face decorated, and I slowly awoke to the feel of him dripping down my cheeks and sliding over my tongue.
