Page 67 of Scarred Souls

“Do it.” I nodded. “Take them off.”

He wasted no time in stripping my lower half bare.

“This won’t do,” Vaughn said, and switched on the nightstand lamp. “Much better.”

I might’ve felt self-conscious in such a compromising position if it weren’t for the sheer hunger in his eyes as they raked over my body.

His hands came to my knees, and he pushed them open. He stared between my thighs and swallowed thickly.

“Has anyone seen you like this before?” he asked without taking his gaze from my center.

I assumed he didn’t mean my gynecologist, so I shook my head. “Or touched me. You’re the first.”

He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath before opening them again. “I’m not worthy of what you’re offering.”

“That’s my call to make.” I licked my lips, desperate for Vaughn to do more. “You know, you talk an awful lot for a man who’s supposed to be giving me what I need.”

He eyed me like a predator sizing up its prey. “You think you’re in control here?”

“I’m the one with the pussy you look like you want to either eat or fuck.” I parted my legs wider, and Vaughn’s eyes flared as they again dipped below my waist.

“What a beautiful pussy it is, Hope, but you’re forgetting one thing.” The ghost of a smile on his lips looked more threatening than a loaded weapon. “You might think that this”—he cupped between my thighs, and I gasped—“belongs to you, but I’m going to show you who really owns it.”

I stifled my whimper and cocked one brow, determined not to reveal how delirious his confident words and intimate touch made me. “That’s a bold statement.”

“Then you don’t know me as well as you think.” His fingers made circling motions, gliding through my slickness. “Let me make this clear. From now on, if you need to come, I’m the one who’s going to do it. Not you. Not any of those jackasses from the village. Only me. Understood?”

I raised my chin. “But you’re leaving soon. What should I do then? Ask your brother?”

Vaughn froze.

“Or maybe your friends will send me the sexy Irishman after all. I wonder how thorough his bodyguard skills are.”

Oh yeah. I was poking the bear. It was my new favorite thing to do.

A deep rumble from his chest was accompanied by the grinding of his molars. “Plans have changed. I’m not going anywhere. Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”

Since I really wanted Vaughn to get down to business, I did as he asked. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip, so I darted my tongue out to taste his salty skin. He cast me a roguish grin, then slipped something cottony past my teeth. Material packed my mouth, and I tried to spit it out, but it wouldn’t budge.

What the hell?

Vaughn leaned in close, his big body hovering above mine. “Let this be your first lesson, Gatita. Mention another man again when I’m between your legs and it won’t be your panties filling your mouth; it’ll be my cock.”

My panties?

That was what the son of a bitch had stuffed in my mouth?

My furious words of retribution were muffled, although I was certain he understood their intent.

But those protests turned to moans when his hand returned to my pussy, his long fingers stroking through my wetness and teasing at my entrance. I needed more of that.

“You’re soaked.” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “What should we do about that?” Then the bullet buzzed, and Vaughn pressed it to my clit.

My hips bucked. My heart pounded. Heat accumulated at my core.

He only smirked at my reaction. But then he took the bullet away, and I growled with frustration.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked.

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