Page 52 of Protected By the Convicts
“Spread your lips,” Vaughn ordered.
She reached down and opened her lower lips for him. His cock thrust into her without any warning. She gasped and grabbed hold of the doorframe for purchase. At this angle, Vaughn had to be bending at the knees, because every thrust had her lifting up on her toes.
Her legs were closer together in this position, adding friction to his cock as he impaled her. Powerful thrusts practically lifted her off the ground. She stood on her toes, gripping the doorframe.
Another powerful thrust had her moaning, loudly.
Her shirt was being lifted. She opened her eyes to Ren’s bright blues staring at her, grinning even as he began fondling her breasts. Ren couldn’t stay out of it. He enjoyed sex too much to merely watch. Without a word, he lifted a breast out of the bra. So wet and warm, he lathed her nipple, making her arch into him while Vaughn’s cock continued thrusting into her.
A hand skated down her ribs, over her abdomen, and lower. Ren pressed his thumb against her clit and held it there, letting the motion of Vaughn fucking her grind her clit against his thumb, creating the delicious friction she needed.
The tingling morphed into waves of pleasure moving through her body. She rose on toes, trying to move away from the overstimulation of Vaughn and Ren, but neither man relented. Sadists. She’d fallen in love with these sadists.
“Do not come yet,” Vaughn whispered in her ear from behind.
Ren’s grin widened. He’d heard Vaughn, and he planned on torturing her.
Ren grabbed a nipple between two fingers and pinched hard, without releasing. The sensation bordered on pain. As he slowly pulled her nipple, she found herself restrained in an entirely new way.
Then his thumb moved from her clit, and he pinched the small nub between two fingers, rolling it.
Tension wrapped around every nerve in her body, leaving her on fire.
“Oh, God. Need to come. . .”
“No,” Ren whispered. His first and only word since he’d joined them.
“Bastard,” she said, not a word she’d ever call anyone except Ren. And yet she loved how he’d trapped her, controlled her.
He chuckled, a second before he released both her nipple and her clit, sending a rush of blood to both at once. The sensation threw her over the edge. Her entire body tightened as the orgasm crashed into her.
“Fuck, yes!” Vaughn said behind her as her inner walls tightened around his cock.
Deft hands fixed her bra and lowered her shirt as a feather-light kiss brushed against her lips.
Vaughn’s hand circled her waist, turned her around as he once again trapped her against the door. “Make no mistake about what happened here today, Hannah. You are mine.”
“Ren—”
“This has nothing to do with him or the others. I’m going up against Dresden, and I’m going to lose. No matter what happens, you need to keep one thing in mind.”
He’d brought her to such heights and now he was scaring her. Not because he’d mentioned Dresden, but how he cupped her cheek with one hand while the other rested on her hip, gripping her harder than usual. Vaughn feared she’d run from him. Nothing could be further from her mind.
“Everything will be fine,” she said, though her words fell flat. She could feel his anxiety, the sense of doom he’d been hiding from her up until now.
This was Vaughn raw and exposed, showing a side of himself he’d kept hidden for far too long. He was letting her in, and it was because he felt he needed someone on his side.Her.
Hannah held back the urge to wrap her arms around him. Vaughn didn’t want to be soothed or coddled. Above all else, he was a realist.
The pad of his thumb traced her lips harshly now, as if skin to skin contact was the only connection he had to her. He was so wrong. He’d already seeped into her heart.
“No matter what happens, Hannah. No matter what Dresden does to me when these trials fail, you must stay safe. Do what Ky’Li, Ren, and Sersie tell you. Dresden will likely take this out on me alone, but you must be prepared just the same. Whatever happens, you mustn’t fight it. Don’t do anything that draws his attention to you.”
“But—”
His lips stole a kiss from her one last time. “Promise me.”
Vaughn needed to know she’d be fine. She needed to know he’d be fine. Vaughn wasn’t going to hurt those miners. He was going to stand up to Dresden.
