I’ve never done drugs before. I’ve never even smoked pot. I mean, when one glass of wine gets you loopy, there’s no need for anything stronger.
But right now, he’s right. It’sabundantlyclear that I am high.
And high feelsgood.
It feelsgreat, actually. So much so that I completely understand now why people do drugs. The sensations rippling over and through my body areincredible.
“And justwheredo you think you’re taking me,” I giggle, trying not to moan as my body shamelessly grinds against his rock-hard muscles.
I can’t help it. I literallycannot. It’s like my brain is incapable of wrenching control back from my body, which is entirely focused on keeping those delicious toe-curling physical sensations going.
“Stop it,” he growls. His grip on the backs of my thighs and my ass tightens, and I can’t help but moan again.
“Orwhat,” I purr.
“Don’t fucking tempt me, Evelina,” Vaughn murmurs darkly as the elevator doors ding open to the lobby of the building.
“Uh oh,” I giggle. “I mightbeg…” I squirm against him. “And I know that makes youhaaarrdd…”
“Now would be the perfect time toshut the fuck up, princess,” Vaughn hisses dangerously as he marches through the lobby to the glass doors leading outside.
I snort. “You wouldn’t do anything to me. I’m ondruuuugs,” I giggle.
Suddenly, I’m gasping as he yanks me off his shoulder, sets my feet on the ground, and slams me up against a sleek, blacked-out Mercedes G-wagon.
“That’s what you think,” he murmurs darkly before opening the passenger door and literally lifting me into the seat.
I’m staring at him, my jaw agape and my eyes wide as he buckles me in and then storms around to the driver's side.
Then the SUV rumbles to life, and I amincapableof thinking, or speaking, or doing anything butmeltinginto the passenger seat.
Every rev of the engine. Every bump in the road. Every brake for a light. They all send shudders of arousal coiling through my core. It feels like my skin is on fire as a tingling sensation sparks over every inch of it, until my nipples are tight and aching in my dress and my panties are just a wet strip of fabric rubbing deliciously against my dripping pussy.
Neon lights zigzag past the windows in a blur. The leather seat presses against my bare back, my ass, and the backs of my thighs, making my breath catch. Deep, hypnotic trance music plays through the speakers, andoh my God, it’s like I can feel the freaking music as it tickles my skin and dances up my neck to my ears.
The car hits another bump, sending a bolt of pleasure stabbing through me. I moan as I grind against the seat. I bite down on my lip, my face burning as I squeeze my thighs tighter together, desperate for the rumble of the engine making my panties rub against my clit.
Without warning, Vaughn reaches over, grabs the front of my dress, and yanks the cowl neck to the side. I gasp sharply, whimpering as my left breast is bared, my nipple tight and tingling as the air teases over it. He shoves the other part of the cowl neck off my other breast, leaving me topless and shuddering with heat, my eyes wide as I turn to stare at him.
His gorgeous face stays looking straight ahead, his chiseled jaw clenching and his haunted, icy eyes glinting like blue steel. Imoan when he suddenly pinches a nipple, twisting viciously. I cry out, choking as he squeezes harder, tugging at the throbbing pink bud until I’m shaking and grinding against the seat.
I want to tell myself it’s the Ecstasy. Thatdrugsare the reason my body is responding so eagerly and desperately to his brutal touch.
But it’s not.
It’sme.
Or him.
Or maybe it’sus, together.
I don’t fight or protest when Vaughn’s hand drops to my thigh and yanks my dress up past my panties. Instead, I shudder and moan when he brutally slaps my thighs apart, spreading my legs and suddenly cupping my soaked panties with his hand. His thick finger slips underneath them, making me whimper as I grind my pussy against the backs of his fingers. He yanks hard, ripping the lace away with a shredding sound that echoes in the G-Wagon and sends a bolt of violent need through my core.
When his hand leaves my thighs, I squeeze them together as the engine revs.
“Don’t you fucking dare close your legs, princess.”
His dark voice slices through the heat of the SUV.
