Page 70 of Very Bad Things

“You really think I’ll get my job back?”

“Are you questioning my ability to make things right, Daphne?” He gets that look in his eyes.

“No.”

“Good.” He picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walks us toward the stairs to his bedroom. “Because I’m not the kind of man who takes lightly to threats, especially against you. If you thought for one second I wouldn’t tear this fucking world apart come hell or high water to defend you and protect you, then you don’t know me very well.”

“I think I know you pretty damn well, Mr. Vaughn,” I whisper against his ear before running my tongue over it.

“Well, then you know that I will make sure all three of those pieces of shit are fucking destroyed.” I slide her down onto my bed so she’s sitting on the edge, staring up at me. “There is no mercy when it comes to you, no second chances for people who try to fuck over my family. And I’ll get a lot of joy out of ruining them. Do you understand me?”

I nod my head, his hand coming down to wrap delicately around my throat.

“I don’t want there to be secrets between us. I want you to know exactly what kind of man I am. I will be loyal to you and honest. I want to say that if you need more space and time, I’ll give it to you, but I don’t think that I can, Daphne. I don’t think I can spend one more fucking second without having you as mine and if I do have to, I’m prepared to burn the world down so you have no other choice but to crawl back to me.” His eyes are dark, his voice practically a growl as he stares down at me.

“I want to be yours. I don’t want to run any longer.”

“That means you belong to me.” He squeezes my throat a little tighter. “You are mine and mine alone. You don’t get to run away again. You don’t get to live life without me. Every fucking inch of you is my property.”

It might be messed up, and I’m sure there’s some psychological explanation that I don’t want to delve into, but when he speaks to me like this, telling me who I am to him, my insides melt, my pulse quickens, and I feel a need start to burn inside me that I know only he can satiate.

“You’ll move in with me tomorrow. We’ll tell Daisy… And you’re going to stop taking your birth control. No negotiations. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mr. Vaughn.”

A devilish grin tugs at the corner of his mouth as his thumb slowly slides across my lips. “Such a good girl. You deserve to be rewarded. What do you want, baby?”

My eyes drop from his down to his belt. I reach forward, slowly undoing the buckle. I pull his zipper down next, reaching up to run my hand down the front of his shirt while my other hand reaches into his pants to palm him through his underwear.

“Fuck my mouth, please.”

“Oh, baby.” He bites down on his bottom lip as I pull his cock free. “It’s gonna be rough, sweetheart. Are you prepared to take it rough?” I nod my head as I dart my tongue out to swirl around his tip, licking off the bead of precum before opening my mouth and sliding halfway down his length.

“Oh, someone’s a greedy little slut tonight. Fuck me.” He grabs my head, pushing me down a little further till he hits the back of my throat, making me gag. “I’ve got a better idea.” He pulls himself from my mouth, stepping back to slip his belt free from his pants. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since the second you opened your smart little mouth in your classroom.” He wraps the belt around my throat, pulling it just tight enough that it squeezes me.

“Don’t move,” he commands, walking over to the chair by the window in his bedroom. He unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side before he slowly sinks down into the chair, spreading his legs apart. His chest is bare, his cock rigid in his hand as he looks at me with a hunger in his eyes. “Now crawl to me and beg to suck my cock.”

I keep my eyes on him. I slowly place my hands on the floor, moving one and then the other as I crawl forward, the belt dragging between my hands.

“You look so good like that, baby, like my little pet.” He smirks, leaning forward to grab the end of the belt once I’m close, tugging on it so that I almost fall forward. “Are you mine, baby, to do with whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

“What if I want to stuff my cock deep in your ass, would you let me do that?”

I flinch. I’ve never had any man ask to do that to me. “Yes.”

“Why don’t we start with just my tongue?”

“Your tongue—in my ass?”

He chuckles. “Mm-hmm. You’ve never had your ass eaten before?”

“No.”

“I promise you’ll like it. Now why don’t you come a little closer and let me fill your belly with cum first.” He tugs on the belt, pulling me up to my knees. I grab his thighs, leaning forward till his cock is at my lips.

“Can I please suck your cock, baby? I want to swallow you.” I barely get the sentence out before he’s sliding himself between my lips with a groan. He tugs on the belt in time with my head movements, his hips rising off the chair as he grips the back of my head. I relax my mouth and throat like he taught me, taking him faster, deeper than I ever have until he can’t stand it any longer. He pulls himself free just as he comes, spilling himself all over my lips and chin.

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