Page 66 of Scarred Souls

“Knock it off,” Vaughn growled.

“Make me.”

“I mean it.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left me horny as hell. You had your fun in the shower this morning. Now, I’m having mine.”

If only he could see the wicked grin on my face. If this didn’t drive him to action, I didn’t know what would.

From the floor, Vaughn made a pissed-off grumbling sound and punched the pillow before resting his head on it once more.

Letting my knees drop wide, I slipped the bullet inside my panties and pressed it to my clit. Holy hell. I was so on edge this wouldn’t take long.

A small moan slipped from my lips. “Oh, God.” My voice came out low and breathy. I might be playing it up for my audience, but I needed to push Vaughn to get the reaction I wanted.

“Dammit, Hope.”

“Shh. You’re distracting me.” I closed my eyes and moved the vibrator in slow circles, letting the sensations take over. “Feels so good.”

“You’re gonna regret this.”

“I doubt it.”

Seconds passed by where the only sounds in the room came from my raspy breaths and the buzzing bullet.

“Fuck it,” Vaughn said, then I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle releasing and leather snapping. “You wanna play? Let’s fucking play.”

My eyes flew open.

Oh, shit.

He wouldn’t spank me with his belt, would he?

Vaughn’s broad body became a dark shadow looming over me from beside the bed. A moment later, the sheets were ripped away, and the mattress dipped where he knelt. I drew my legs together and shimmied back on the bed.

“Oh, now you’re scared of me?” His gravelly voice promised revenge. “You should be. Give it to me,” he demanded. I assumed he meant the bullet. When I hesitated to hand it over, he added, “Don’t mess with me, woman. Hand over the toy and I’ll give you what you need, or don’t and I’ll tan your ass with my belt. I’m good with both options. What’s it gonna be?”

My butt cheeks clenched. “You wouldn’t dare spank me.”

There was an evil edge to his quiet laugh. “Gatita, I’m already hard just thinking about how sexy you’d look with stripes on your ass.”

Okay. He wasn’t bluffing.

If I had to choose between Vaughn delivering pleasure or pain, was there really an option?

I thrust the bullet toward him. He snatched it from my hands and turned it off.

I let out a squeal when he grabbed my ankles and dragged me down the bed. “Just so you know, that’s the last warning you’ll get. Disobey me again, and there’ll be consequences.” Then he wrapped the belt around my wrists.

“Wait.” I squirmed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I should’ve done as soon as you started acting out.” He looped the belt through the headboard and secured the buckle.

A small tremor of fear rippled through me when I realized I was completely incapacitated and had a vengeful brute of a man positioning himself between my thighs. I’d never been more turned on or terrified in my life.

I’d never felt so alive.

Vaughn’s rough hands gripped the waistband of my sleep shorts, but then he paused, and his eyes came to mine.

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