12
CARISSA
“You’re back,” I breathed out when Vaughn walked through the front door. It had felt like the wait had taken forever, but he’d really only been gone for about ten hours.
“I think that’s my cue to leave,” Sera said, patting me on the back as she passed me.
As soon as the front door closed behind her, I rose from my chair and moved towards Vaughn. My gaze swept him up and down, looking for any sign he’d been hurt. But he looked exactly the same as he had when he’d left, only exhausted. I stopped a few feet away from him, feeling nervous all of the sudden.
“Are you okay?”
“Now that I know you’re safe from Bellamy? Yeah,” he sighed.
I hated knowing I was part of the reason he’d had to take another man’s life. But I was also in awe of the fact that Vaughn would literally kill to protect me. “I’m not sorry he’s dead, but I am sorry you’re the one who had to do it.”
“I wish you didn’t have to know about that side of me. The cold-blooded killer who made you flinch in fear.”
“Not fear,” I corrected. “Surprise, yeah. A little bit of shock, sure. But not fear for myself. How could I be scared of you when I know you’d never hurt me?”
“Thank fuck,” he breathed out. “Walking out of here thinking you hated me because of what I do was torture. But it had to be done because I couldn’t risk leaving Bellamy alive.”
“With him dead, what happens next?”
“That’s entirely up to you, Carissa. You can choose to go to Europe to be near your friends. You can live with your parents, who will be much more lenient with you from now on. Or you can stay with me.”
My stomach fell at the distant way he listed off my options. For me, there was only one choice, but I was starting to doubt he wanted the same thing. “What about what you want?”
“You,” he answered, erasing all my doubts. “That’s all I want. Just you.”
“You have me,” I whispered.
A huge grin split his face and his eyes lit up with joy. Gone was the emotionless man from moments before. My Vaughn was back.
“Thank fuck,” he groaned, closing the gap between us and picking me up to carry me through the house to his bed. We’d barely made it into his room, and he was tearing at my clothes. My hands were shaking as I did the same with his, desperate to get him naked.
Once all our clothes were scattered across the floor, Vaughn sank to his knees. He lifted my leg up and placed it on the mattress, spreading me open for his touch. I couldn’t look away as his dark head bent towards me, his lips heading straight for my clit to suck it into his mouth.
“Please, please, please,” I chanted as he flicked my clit over and over again, heightening my need.
He knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy, having learned every inch of my body over the last few days. As my stomach started to tighten, I rubbed my pussy against his face, trying to get him to touch firmly enough to make me come. He took the hint and gripped my ass as he licked me harder. The pleasure became almost too much, and my orgasm crashed over me as he let me fall to the bed on my back.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled against my wet flesh.
“I’m the only man who will ever lick it.”
His tongue flicked at my clit and then swept down to dip inside me.
“Ever touch it.”
His tongue was replaced by a finger. Then two, as he twisted and turned his wrist, stretching me.
“And ever fuck it.”
He stood at the edge of the bed and wrapped my legs around his hips. His cock nudged at my entrance, the tip replacing his fingers. Before I could tighten up in fear, he drove inside me—going deep with one powerful thrust.
“Owwww!” I screamed, feeling like I was being ripped in two.
I tried to push Vaughn, but he caught my wrists and held them above my head.
