“I thought it was so you could see me.” I stroke the chain around my neck—totally going to have bruises from this thing tomorrow. “Considering the date invitation and all.”
He remains silent, but his posture stiffens.
“What? I suspected it was you who sent the invitation, but I wasn’t sure until now. You weren’t surprised to see me, almost as if you were expecting me. So tell me, Mishka, what can I do for you? The date started rough, but I cantotallymake it better. Are you perhaps in the mood to try what I suggested in my latest vlog?”
He pivots around and stands astride me, his legs on either side of my stomach as he peers down at me with the neon glow.
Fuck me sideways, he looks ethereal with the sky and the trees framing him. I wish I had my phone so I could snap a picture.
Vaughn kills the vibe by saying, “The only reason I invited you is to teach you a lesson and put you in your place.”
“If that place happens to be here, I don’t mind.”
He grips the chain harder, choking me, the metal constricting my throat until I can’t breathe.
Oh my, he’s losing it.
The well-tempered, perfect mafia prince aesthetic he has going on is crumbling behind that mask.
“I’m warning you, Yulian. If you send me one more video while you’re naked, I’ll cut you.”
“Half…naked,” I strain. “Not my f-fault your imagination led you elsewhere.”
“I could see your…” He trails off because I’m resisting laughter. Can’t help it.
Not only did he confirm he’s been watching my videos all this time, but he also saw how I trailed my hand down at the very end, tilting the camera. I didn’t show him my dick, though I was tempted to, but he might have seen a hint.
Oops.
“Why the fuck are you laughing?” he grinds out. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Maybe,” I singsong.
“This is my final warning. Stop getting into my space.”
“So block me.”
Something curious happens then. Not only does Vaughn’s grip on the chain loosen, but I can almost see a dumbfounded expression on his face. The realization that he didn’t block me, even though he could’ve right after that first time I sent him a link to my sex tape with his girlfriend.
Not that it would’ve worked. I would’ve found out any number he got, even if I had to pay people my entire trust fund.
Just kidding. Or am I?
I wrap my fingers around the chain and tug, pulling him down in one go. Vaughn’s caught off guard, probably lost in that big brain of his, trying to find an explanation, but chop-chop, I’m an action kind of guy, so down he comes.
And fuckme. Even I didn’t count on such a toe-curling feeling when his chest slams against mine.
His mask crooks to the side, but he’s entirely glued to me from the chest down. I let out a low hum, because fuck my life.
I’ve had sex with so many people, but never have I felt so freaking intoxicated just by the feel of another man against me, pressed up all over me, his scent invading my nostrils.
I lift up his mask, shoving it away. The sound of it clattering to the ground seems to startle him, his body shaking slightly before he thins his lips.
“Much better. Hi there,” I whisper in a lower tone than intended. I meant to grin and laugh and provoke him, but I’m so doomed, because just the sight of his handsome face, all sharp lines and disapproving expression, has me in shambles.
Someone call 911—or whatever the fuck it is in England—because I’m having a heart attack.
No, seriously, that goddamn organ is beating so hard against my rib cage, I’m surprised Vaughn’s not startled by it.
