Page 82 of Rogue Villain

When I make my way back into Vaughn’s room, concern is plainly etched across my face, and I have more than a handful of questions that need answering bouncing around in my mind.

Until I step into his ensuite, finding him ensconced in an almost overflowing bubble bath. His head is tipped back, arms spread over the sides as he luxuriates.

“What are you doing?”

He sits forward, his eyes lightening when they land on me loitering in the doorway.

“Waiting for you, beautiful.” He holds his hand out to me. “Get your gorgeous ass in here. I’ve got some dirtying up to do before work.”

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I wake up on Vaughn’s sheets to a handwritten note and a menu from Luciano’s.

My grin is wide as I tug the sheets up over my nakedness, and I begin to read.

Good morning, beautiful girl.

I didn’t want to wake you. You’ll need your strength for later.

My nostrils flare as my body hums in remembrance of how Vaughn had worshipped me all morning, making me see stars five times before I’d practically passed out in his bed.

You’ll need sustenance, too. Their meatball marinara is messy, but excellent.

Text me when you wake. I’ll be cleaning up Lucia’s mess downstairs if you need me.

The sight of you freshly fucked, dripping with my cum, and spreadeagled on my sheets will see me through today, my little bird. I’m hard as granite thinking of all the ways I’ll make you shatter for me tonight.

The question is, do you want my fingers, my tongue, or my cock first?

I bite my lip roughly before throwing back the sheet and ducking into a much-required shower. Vaughn had been true to his word, dirtying me up good and proper. He’d come all over my tits when I’d made him lose control whilst on my knees for him, and that had only been the start of our early morning antics.

Visions of the past eighteen hours flicker through my head like a movie reel, and I’m smiling to myself as I finish rinsing my body, taking care to be gentle with my well-loved nether region.

Once I’ve toweled off, I return to my own room, pluck my cell from the nightstand, and flop backward onto my bed to send that text Vaughn requested. I grin mischievously as I type.

ME

I’m all clean again.

The dots bounce instantly, as though he’s been waiting for me.

VAUGHN

I’ll need to see proof.

I choke on a giggle as I flip on the camera in selfie mode, tugging my towel open to snap a topless pic, but his name flashes on the screen before I can hit send.

“Lie back on the bed.”

His words are a growled order and one I readily obey.

“Place the cell beside you, and open your towel fully.”

“How did you know…” I glance around the room, wondering how he can see me, but find nothing.

“Above the bookcase, little bird.”

My head twists to the shelves opposite me, squinting slightly until I spot a tiny red dot, realization dawning plainly on my face.

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