Page 34 of Ravaged Hearts

My free hand traveled between her thighs and began exploring.

“You don’t fight fair.” Her tone was low and needy.

“When it comes to you, I’ll play as dirty as I need to.” I pushed one finger inside, and Hope’s hips bucked in immediate response. “But you like me dirty, don’t you? You like my filthy words. You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, and you love it when I stretch this perfect pussy on my cock.” I added a second finger, and Hope cried out as I thrust them both in.

“Yes,” she hissed, her face tilting skyward.

The chuckle that left me was full of mischief because I had her right where I wanted. “Half a minute and you’re already about to come. Such a good fucking girl for me, doing as you’re told.” I curled my fingers, reaching that spot that made her struggle to form coherent words. She pulsed around me, and I brought my lips to her ear. “I can feel it, you know? When your muscles clamp down like they’re trying to squeeze the life out of me. I fucking love that. Knowing I drive you wild, too. Knowing that no one else has ever touched you here. Never made you come before me.”

Water splashed onto the floor as she squirmed on my hand.

“Look at your pussy, Hope. Watch what I’m doing to you.” We both glanced down at where my fingers had disappeared deep inside her. I moved them in and out, feeling her walls tighten around me while my thumb worked her clit. “Goddammit, woman. You make me so hard I want to put you on your hands and knees, tilt that gorgeous ass up, and fuck you until I quench this all-consuming urge. But it won’t be enough, will it? I’ll never stop wanting to fill you, to satisfy you, to own you as thoroughly as you own me.”

“Vaughn, please.” Hope’s grip on the sides of the tub slipped as her fingernails tried to dig into porcelain.

One firm press on her clit had her body quaking and her mouth parted with rapture. “That’s it,” I growled at her ear. “Lose yourself. Let me feel you.”

I didn’t want to think about what tomorrow might bring, and I didn’t want Hope dwelling on it, either. I wanted her to focus on this moment and how good we were together so that when she found herself on cartel soil, she wouldn’t forget about me—aboutus—and the life we’d share once we got her out of the compound safely.

14

HOPE

As I came down from my release, my muscles went lax, and I leaned back into Vaughn’s chest for support. With care, he stood and helped me from the bath and, after a quick towel dry, led me to the bedroom.

“On your back,” he said in a commanding tone while pointing to the bed.

With a quirk of my lips, I obeyed. Despite his bossiness, now wasn’t the time to be defiant, because I had zero intention of interfering with his plans.

I lay on the duvet and shifted to the middle of the bed, remaining on my elbows so I could watch this sinfully beautiful man stalk toward me. Everything about Vaughn made blood rush through my veins. His broad, defined torso, those delicious tattoos covering him from neck to ankle, and one hell of a tantalizing thick cock showing me exactly how much he wanted me. My pussy throbbed with renewed excitement. I’d only just come, but by God, I wanted more.

Vaughn’s gaze roamed every inch of me, but when I let my thighs part, his steps faltered. Those fearsome dark eyes shot tomy exposed center, and his lids shuttered as though the sight of my slick flesh held him enthralled.

That such a small adjustment in my position could stop him in his tracks made me feel all kinds of powerful. Vaughn had his methods of control; I had mine. And I wasn’t above using a little devious persuasion to coax him to climb between my legs and sink inside me, because right now, I was salivating at the thought of it.

Except he still hadn’t pounced on me. Maybe I’d overestimated the power of the pussy. I needed to do something to get my man moving.

“Vaughn?” I asked, and gave him what I hoped was a seductive look. “Is this one of those times where I need to beg you to come here and fuck me senseless?”

He did that growling thing again, and it sent a jolt straight to my core. “You know I always want to hear that. But no, Gatita, you don’t need to beg for a single thing tonight.”

I tried to maintain my cool, while on the inside, I was doing the happiest of happy dances. But then Vaughn went to his duffel bag, and it took me a moment to realize what he was searching for.

Zip ties.

“No.” I sat up, and Vaughn stopped rummaging. “I don’t want either of us restrained.”

He frowned, then continued digging through a side pocket without meeting my eyes. “It’s too soon. Too risky.”

“It’s not.” I scooted to the edge of the bed. “Vaughn, stop.”

After exhaling a heavy breath, he turned to face me.

“You won’t hurt me. I know it to my bones. With everything that’s about to happen tomorrow, I need to feel you.Allof you. And I want you to experience the same with me.”

“Hope, baby.” Wearing a pained expression, he rose and shook his head.

“We’re replacing the bad memories with good ones.Remember? And you were fine last night and this morning.” Not completely. He’d been anxious when I’d first started touching him, but as things had progressed, the zip ties had been an unnecessary burden.

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