Page 87 of Auctioned to the Convicts
“What view?” she said as she drew the juicy green fruit to her lips, which was a mistake considering she ended up sucking on it instead of eating it.
Vaughn took the fruit from her and slid the juicy green pulp over her lower lip. Her tongue darted out, tasting the fruit, only to stroke his fingertip.
To her surprise, he pulled away.
“Something bothering you, Vaughn?” He’d been rather quiet since they’d made love. At first, she thought it was because he feared Ky’Li, but Vaughn feared no one. Nor did he fear death, and that worried her.
Vaughn’s finger dipped into her slit, moving up and down. He was stirring a need in her that a simple finger would not satisfy.
“Are you off today?” she asked as he found her clit again, making her squirm all-too-easily.
“I’m on second and possibly third shift,” he said as he stroked her.
What was it with these men and this kitchen, anyway?
He tapped lightly against her clit, no longer content with indirect stimulation.
She twisted her head to face him. “This is hardly the place—”
He captured her mouth. As one very talented tongue pushed its way past her lips, his long fingers slipped into her entrance.
She gasped into his mouth.
“You were saying?” he asked as he released her mouth.
She could barely breathe as his fingers pumped in and out, building a delicious tension within her. This was so Vaughn, controlling and self-assured. He didn’t need to gag or bind her to make her submit, not when he knew how to play her body so well.
“What was I saying?” she asked, rather dreamily as the fingers inside her curled, hitting the right spot, driving her mad.
“You haven’t invited me back to your room,” he whispered.
She hadn’t. Not an oversight. Juggling these men so no one would get upset, insulted, or jealous had her afraid to be herself. The idea of sleeping with another man while Ky’Li was in the house worried her. Hell, yesterday’sindiscretionin the kitchen with Ren and Vaughn had had her on edge the entire time.
Hannah’s eyes closed as Vaughn added another finger. God, he had long fingers that knew how to play her. Without warning, his fingers withdrew. Her eyes flashed open.
Sersie stood across from the table watching them.
“Sersie!” she said, shocked and horrified at the same time.
Her cheeks burned red. Sersie’s hand went to the very large bulge in his pants. God, the man was so handsome, so fucking sexy.
“Up,” Vaughn said, patting her bottom.
As she moved to get off of him, he caught her hips, kept her from leaving. She heard a zipper lower, and then Vaughn thrust into her from below, hard and fast, making her moan out loud.
“Problem, Sersie?” Vaughn asked as he lifted Hannah on and off his cock. She opened her eyes to the sight of Sersie stroking himself through his pants. She’d almost forgotten about him.
“No one invited you. This is a private party,” Vaughn said.
She heard the challenge in Vaughn’s voice, even as he continued fucking her. She gripped the table for balance, all the while unable to take her eyes off of Sersie.
“Common area,” Sersie said, smiling. “I’m not interfering. Just enjoying the show.” He pulled his cock out. One very nice, thick cock. Hannah licked her lips. Hell. . .
“Leave,” Vaughn warned.
“Ren sent me with the necklace. He wanted her to have it for work at the port today.” As he stroked his cock with two fingers, his fist opened. A black onyx pendant dropped several inches and swung, suspended by the chain in, the hand that wrapped around his cock.
She wanted to be that necklace, rubbing up against Sersie’s cock, touching him, tasting him.
