He’s about halfway up when I yank him down to me. He tries to push me away, and we’re wrestling, each tryingto get the upper hand, but I’m bigger than him and brutal as hell when I let my animalistic side take over.
I trap him beneath me on the dirt, holding his wrists above his head with one hand as I straddle his waist.
We’re both panting, the sound of our ragged breathing echoing in the forest around us.
And I’m laughing, my cock all but fucking leaking in my boxers.
You know, I always figured Vaughn was straight. He gave all the vibes, not that there are any set in stone, but he’s just the definition of a straight dude.
So I thought I’d never be able to seduce him—not in a million years, actually.
But the way he’s looking at me right now with wide eyes filled with uncertainty and fear and the fact that he invited me after making me believe that kiss was a dream gives me all the opening I need.
He’ssodone for.
“Let me go.” His voice, not as firm as usual, is trembling, tilting on the edge.
“Too late.” I lick my lower lip. “You’re not going anywhere, Mishka.”
And then my lips devour his.
And sweet fucking Jesus. Sorry for bringing you up, but really, I think I can die now.
13
VAUGHN
Yulian’s kissing me.
Again.
His lips are locked to mine.
Fuckingagain.
And onceagain, I find myself trapped so far under his pull, I can’t breathe.
Or think.
All I can do isfeel.
His fingers are tangled in my hair, firm lips sucking on mine, teeth pulling on that soft cushion until it hurts.
He shoves his tongue against my sealed lips, and I realize they’re trembling slightly—my whole body is, my muscles coiling with tension, my heart pounding so violently, I want to yank it out.
And it’s all my fault.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Why did I believe inviting Yulian to the initiation after spending weeks trying to ignore him was a good idea?
I meant to teach him a lesson, to amputate him from my world, but once again, I’m right back in the same mess I tried to escape.
With his lips on mine.
And his wild, woodsy scent curling through me, his fingers threading into my hair, angling my head as he holds me captive.
Fight.
