“Love it when you get rough, Mishka.” I grin, winking.
Apparently, that was a very bad idea, because he growls. Literally. The sound vibrates against my chest and goes straight to my dick.
Obviously.
I don’t get to marvel at the stupidity of said sexual organ being turned on by the one guy I shouldn’t go near, because Vaughn pulls me from the tree, then shoves me to the ground. He expertly maneuvers and elongates the chain so that he still has me in a chokehold.
The fall hurts, but not as much as my erection.Go figure.
Dying in the throes of desire would look fucking lit on my gravestone, though.
My thoughts are interrupted when he drags me over the fucking dirt with his grip on the chain around my neck.
My head bumps against the ground and pain explodes all over my back, but hey, he’s draggingme, not anyone else.
That’s what I call interest.
I laugh to myself as my number is announced on the speaker. Oh, now I’m eliminated from some nonsensical hunt.
Who cares?
Actually, I take it back. It’snotnonsensical. After all, I’m being hunted byVaughn, or dragged, or what-the-fuck-ever.
Still counts.
I can fix him.
Just kidding, it’s probably the other way around, and he has to fixme.
Placing a hand behind my head, I try to observe his back as he proceeds to wipe the ground with me. But it’s really hard when my vision is upside down. His gloved fingers flex on the thick chains he has over his shoulders while he pulls me with brute, hot-as-fuck strength.
Which is odd. I swear I’m not really attracted to very masculine men and prefer feminine ones, but Vaughn’s strength is getting my dick hot and bothered.
“So, not that I’m complaining or anything, but don’t you think the quality of the date should be better if you intended to get freaky?”
He stops near a large tree, his back muscles flexing, his grip on the chain tightening.
A moment passes.
A second, almost.
Then he inhales sharply before tilting his head down in my direction, the white neon mask looking hot as fuck, if I may say so myself.
“Hi.” I wave again. “I’m open to new kinks, but I’m going to need you to take it real slow, Mishka. Nothing too crazy for the first time, deal?”
“Why aren’t you fighting?” He entirely ignores my suggestion—nothing new there—but he’s looking at me.
A win is a win.
Also, fuck me, did his voice always sound this nice? No, not nice—hot is the word I’m looking for. Deep and controlled and so goddamn delicious.
Can I devour a voice?Probably not, brain. Stop being so random and creepy.
“Yulian…” The subtle warning brings me to the present. No, not the present, tohim, because I was looking at his mouth. Or where his mouth would be if there wasn’t a mask, imagining it rolling and saying my name in that eargasm voice.
“Oh.” I link my hands behind my head and grin. “Is that what we’re supposed to do? Fight?”
“That’s the whole point of this evening.”
