Page 54 of Auctioned to the Convicts
“I wanted to get to know you first,” she said.
“Oh, we’ll get to know each other just fine, Hannah,” he said, as he reached under her dress and hooked his finger around her panties.
“I’m just not sure this is a good idea right now.”
“You don’t need to be sure.” He pulled her panties down to the ground. “Step out.”
She did as ordered. “So I’m your property then? Like Dresden said?”
“Yes. Just like I’m yours. That’s what a unit is.”
“I want more from you, Vaughn,” she whispered, the lovely, breathy sound of her traveling through him straight to his cock.
“The dress,” he said, ignoring the need in her voice. He knew exactly what she’d meant, but he’d warned her he couldn’t give more of himself. This here, some fun, a release, that’s all he could give her.
She’d pushed him just the same. He wasn’t here out of choice, but he was here, and the law was quite clear. She was his to use. He knew it, she knew it, and he was damn tired of waiting, of thinking about Sersie and Vance. Of everyone but himself.
Slowly, she pulled her hands free of the armholes and let the dress slide down to pool at her feet. She shed the bra next.
Her ass, naked and gorgeous, waited for him, but he wanted all of her, starting with that sweet pussy.
“Kick it away,” he ordered.
She didn’t move. She had a stubborn streak in her, that wouldn’t work if he was going to keep her alive. She’d already refused to tell him who had attacked her. Instead, she’d made him talk about Vance. The men on Narkos would tear her apart if she didn’t learn to listen to orders from him, Ky’Li, even from Ren and Sersie who knew this planet and the animals here, the two-legged ones.
Vaughn ran his fingers through her folds, her very wet fold. So, she was interested in him, and yet that dress remained at her feet. He would not enter a battle of wills with her. He’d had his share of that with Vance and Dresden. Vaughn thrust three fingers into her entrance without warning. She gasped.
“I said, kick it away.”
“Fuck you,” she said.
“I was going to go slowly with you, despite how fucking hard that is right now, but if you keep fighting me, Hannah, I may just have to fuck you right here to get your attention.” He moved a wet finger against her dark hole, startling her.
“There?” she said, her voice quivering for the first time. He hesitated. He fully planned on fucking he, per their agreement, but he didn’t want to scare her either. Some bastard had already terrified her.
“Who attacked you tonight?”
“No one attacked me. I punched the wall in frustration.”
No, he would not go down this road of being lied to, pushed away only to be kept in the dark until he paid the price. He grabbed his t-shirt from the dresser and bound it around her mouth. Her muffled protests should have made him feel bad, but he wasn’t going to listen to her lies. He’d had enough of those from his brother.
“Save your lies for Ky’Li. I’m not your friend, Hannah. I don’t have friends, in fact, and there’s a reason for that. This here is nothing more than a business arrangement. I’m the man you offered sex to for medical services, so that’s what our relationship will be. Keep things really simple between us.”
He kicked her legs apart, trampling her dress beneath his feet. She started fighting him as he pressed his cock against her ass. “Medial services for sex. This was your idea,” he reminded her.
There was the slightest whimper that cut through to him, making him worry that he’d been too rough. He shook the thought away. Maybe if he was rough, then she’d see he wasn’t to be played with, and then she’d learn not to lie to him. Fucking Vance never could tell the truth about anything.
Vaughn wouldn’t put up with that behavior from her too. There would be rules for her protection. He wouldn’t let himself get invested in another person, especially her, only for her to be ripped away from him one day.
As he spread her ass, her hand flailed backward, to push him away.
“Payment, remember?” he said as he pulled her hands behind her, to bind them.
He froze at the sight of her injured hand. His finger traced over the mottled skin where she’d broken several bones getting away from her attacker.
What the hell was he doing? He’d silenced her, much as he wished he could have silenced Vance with all his lies, his deceptions. Hannah had lied to him, but she had nothing to gain from protecting whoever had attacked her.
He loosened the tie around her mouth.
