Page 56 of Auctioned to the Convicts
“No, I won’t.”
“You will,” he said, thrusting into her so hard, her eyes rolled back into her head. He resumed the punishing pace, driving all thoughts away, except the feel of him moving inside of her, taking her, claiming her in a way she’d never been touched. It was as if he needed to make her his, to bind her to him.
Her Vaughn was broken.
“You may not have wanted me in this unit, but you have me, and now you’re mine as much as theirs.”
“I’m not a fuck toy,” she said, the need to fight him as inexplicable as the need to submit.
He stilled behind her, then pulled out, released her arms and flipped her over. His eyes darkened as he stood over her, his cock hard and slick with her juices. “You think that’s what this is?”
“Isn’t it? I’m property here. You don’t care about me except for what I can give you, which is sex. You don’t care about Sersie, except when he’s sick because healing the wounded is your job. The same with Ky’Li and I suspect Ren too. They’re merely patients to you, though I’m guessing Ren is more of a study in human behavior, a need to either see what makes him tick or to control that anger in him. Sersie was right. The three of you were all solitaries for a reason. You don’t want to care about others, because they’ll let you down, like Vance did.”
“You’re wrong. About all of it.”
Vaughn looked away from her. That one small move angered her, more than him gagging or restraining her. Even fucking her without asking her first. At least then he’d been with her, communicating with her even if only through his trying to control the situation, to control her. This averting his eyes was downright dismissive of everything she’d said, of who she was, of the bargain they’d struck.
“It’s easier not to see any of us as people. It’s why you take your anger out on Sersie, why you fuck me without caring about me,” she accused, her tone as harsh as her words.
“I don’t see you running off.”
She couldn’t stop the laughter from creeping to the top at his sarcasm, at the truth of it, the truth he didn’t see. She couldn’t run from Vaughn if she wanted to, but that was a part of the problem. Despite how he’d used her, despite how he tried to control her, she wanted him, and she’d take him however she could, the bad with the good, because she was as needy and broken as him.
She rose from the bed, walked to him slowly, watchful of the doubt spreading across his face. “I care about you, Vaughn, and if this is what you need, to punish me to get the anger out, then I’ll deal. I want you to be a part of this unit, to be more to me than the guy I fuck in trade for his cooperation, but I don’t know how else to get through to you.”
He drew a single finger over her lips and then down between her breasts. “I don’t want to punish you. I—” He swallowed hard but never finished his thought. He only shook his head.
Her heart tightened for him. Vaughn was struggling. She’d shoulder the burden of whatever haunted him, if only he’d let her in. . .
“I don’t care what you’ve done in the past, only who you are now, and you’re a good man, even if you don’t see it. I wouldn’t give myself to you if I thought otherwise. I’d fight you with everything I had, like I fought that bastard on the railcar today.”
His eyes finally met hers, with an intensity that nearly made her gasp as he grabbed her by the throat. “You think that just because I treat my patients that I can’t kill, that I haven’t killed?” He squeezed just enough to make her panic. She grabbed at his hands. “You want to survive on Narkos, then don’t assume you know anything about the men here, including me.”
He released her, and she rubbed at her throat as she tried to hold the tears back as he steadily pushed her back against the bed. She fell back onto the mattress. Vaughn settled himself above her, solid arms caging her on either side.
“You’re letting a killer fuck you,” he said as his cock, hard as steel, slid through her folds, creating a delicious tension in her. To her surprise, her hips started to move, seeking him and that glorious friction only he could give her.
As she pressed her core against him, pushing up onto him slightly, he moaned and thick muscled thighs shook as he held back. Fire and ice grappled within the depths of his eyes.
“You’re mine to take as often and however I wish,” he said, his voice as dark as she’d ever heard it.
She shivered, fear returning as she tried to process that Vaughn had killed someone.
“You know nothing of the men here, what they’re capable of, including me. The doctor who saved your soldier’s life is as much of a monster as the man who tried to rape you.”
Her hand shook as she reached up to caress his cheek. Something didn’t add up with Vaughn, least of all her desire to get to know him better.
He dragged his cock through her slick, making her lift her hips toward him. She no longer knew if this was right or wrong, only that she wanted Vaughn.
She tilted her mouth toward his ear and whispered, “You’re lying.”
He thrust his cock into her with one punishing stroke. “You’ll learn,” he grunted as she continued to pound into her as if he could work out all his anger through fucking.
God, she hated that this felt so good, but it did. Her entire body pulsed with energy. She wanted a connection to Vaughn, something more than his ability to send this fire through her veins.
Arms strained on either side of her as he gained purchase, thrusting harder and harder. His eyes lifted to the wall above. She cupped his cheek, drawing his eyes down to her. “I’m not Vance. Sersie isn’t Vance.”
“Sersie’s an addict, and you’re here for me to fuck.”
