Page 90 of Scarred Souls

Vaughn’s gaze lowered to the black panties exposed by my open fly, then came back to mine. The feral look in his eyes did something strange to my insides. He kept one hand at my throat while the other ghosted over my breast, then my belly, and oh so slowly slid inside my lacy thong. I felt like I might explode from the first brush of Vaughn’s callused skin. Then his fingers parted my flesh, finding evidence of how much I craved him.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet. Do you need me to take care of you?”

“Please,” I whispered, arching into his touch.

“Please what?” Vaughn’s tongue flicked against my earlobe, and goose bumps spread down my neck. “You know I love it when you beg.”

“Please, Vaughn. Please take care of me. I need you.”

“Good girl. You know the rules. Hands on the counter and keep them there.”

I followed Vaughn’s instructions and was rewarded by his wet fingertips circling my clit. When he dipped one digit, then another inside me, my knees almost buckled.

“Do you like this?” he asked. “One hand fucking you while the other is around your throat?”

My answer was a high-pitched moan and my muscles tightening around Vaughn’s fingers.

“You do, don’t you?” When Vaughn’s thumb stroked my clit, my eyes rolled back.

“Yes.” I rubbed my ass against his hardness, presenting like a bitch in heat.

“Look at you.” His scorching gaze roamed my reflection. “Such a perfect little slut for me. Only for me.”

He continued working me while invading my senses on all fronts. His heat at my back, that delicious tobacco-and-leather scent engulfing me, and those dirty words reddening my cheeks. It was like he knew what I needed better than I did.

Then he bit down on the tendon at the crook of my neck, sending a jolt straight to my clit.

He held me there, impaled on his fingers with his hand at my throat and his teeth scoring my flesh. And…oh my God…I’d never felt anything like it.

My release tore through me, and I cried out. Or maybe screamed. I couldn’t tell up from down, day from night, or dream from reality. All I knew was Vaughn and this earth-shattering intensity flooding my body.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he growled.

At his words, my eyelids opened—I hadn’t realized they’d been closed—and I found him wearing a look of awe mixed with smug male pride.

“You, when you’re coming, might be the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.” He pressed his lips to the reddish bite mark on my neck. “Now I want to know what you look like with my cock buried inside you.”

Sweet Jesus, I wanted that, too. My internal muscles tightened, and Vaughn smirked like he understood exactly how much his dirty talk turned me on.

Those long fingers thrust into me one more time before he removed them and made fast work of tugging my shorts and panties down my legs. My cami and bra came off next, leaving me stark naked before the mirror and Vaughn fully clothed behind me.

He took me in slowly, his dark eyes roaming every inch of my body appreciatively until finding the bullet scar just above my hip.

Vaughn’s brow creased as his fingertips traced over the ruined skin. “If they were still alive, I’d find Alvarez and every asshole on that yacht and flay them. Then I’d hang them up in the desert and let vultures pick them apart piece by piece for what they did to you.”

Who ever said romance was dead?

“I know you would, baby, and your commitment to revenge is both endearing and…vividly macabre. Maybe we could keep the murder talk to a minimum while I’m naked and horny, yeah?”

He gave me a dry look. “You’re making fun of me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

I shook my ass a little. “God, I hope so.”

Vaughn’s shoulders shook as he laughed. “I’ve created a monster.”

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