Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
A grin tugs at my mouth as Vaughn steps in front of me, one fist clenched, flexing in sync with the muscle twitching in his jaw.
Dressed in a dark-green shirt, black slacks, and immaculate leather shoes, he looks devastating. Mouthwatering, even though his muscles are tight and he looks like he’ll cut all hell loose.
Actually, he looks mouthwatering because of that.
I’d devour his rage the fuck up if I could.
“Well, hello, gorgeous.” Kevin stands up and dusts off his clothes. “You’re kind of interrupting, but I’ll forgive you—”
“I see you around here again, and it’ll be the last time you’ll be seen anywhere.” Vaughn’s words are chillingly calm as he slams the door in Kevin’s ashen face, muffling the sounds from downstairs.
“Poor guy.” I sigh as I wrap an arm around Vaughn’s torso from behind, my chest pressed against the hard ridges of his back.
No, I couldn’t help it, and fuck me, he smells good.
The woodsy scent explodes in my nostrils and calms my senses, and I find myself closing my eyes as I inhale him.
“Kevin’s just a normal dude, so maybe don’t go terrorizing him with those harsh threats. Not everyone comes from our world.”
Vaughn spins, breaking my grip and slamming me to the floor. My skull thuds against the carpet, and in the next breath, he’s on top of me, his hand crushing my throat, his body braced above mine, caging me beneath him.
He’s not really choking me that hard, leaving me some room to breathe, but his grip is firm, his thumb and fingers pressing into the sides of my neck.
But that doesn’t matter, because I’m distracted as hell.
By him.
Just having him this close, his face inches from mine, electrifies me.
Steals the fucking air from my lungs.
And I’m totally fine with suffocating.
Loose strands of hair fall across his forehead, his features bathed in soft light, but his eyes blaze with barely contained rage.
“Then Kevin shouldn’t have had the liberty to touch you.” His voice rumbles like a growl, the words dripping with threat. “I told you, didn’t I? You need to quit your whorish fucking habits.”
“You’ll have to stop me yourself, Mishka. If I don’t see you often, I’ll just relapse. That’s who I am.”
“Who you are?” he snarls inches from my face, his breath ghosting over my heated skin. “And what are you? An animal who’s ruled by his dick?”
I shrug. “Sometimes.”
“You little—”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” I punch him in the chest, because seriously, can’t hurt that gorgeous face—ever. “You can’t just disappear for weeks on end and then show up again, acting all possessive, and expect me to just take you. If you want me to stay loyal to you, you’ll have to do the same.”
“I haven’t touched another person, you goddamn motherfucker!” His punch knocks me sideways, and we crash into a roll. This time, I end up on top, straddling his thighs to pin him down before I slam his wrists into the floor on either side of his head.
He’s breathing hard, and so am I. Not from the fight, but from the blaze ripping through my chest. My entire body is lighting the fuck up with loud fireworks that drown out everything around me.
“No one?” I repeat, voice almost manic. “You haven’t let anyone but me touch you, Mishka?”
“Fuck off.” He tries to wiggle free, but I put more pressure on his hands and thighs.
“Answer me. Am I really the only one you’ve touched since Danika?”
“Yeah…” He trails off, then adds, “Not everyone is an animal like you, asshole.”
Oh, fuck.
Fuck me.
I’m so happy, so elated, so goddamn proud, I feel like I could burst out of my own fucking skin.
He and Danika ended a couple of months ago, and he’s only had me since.
I mean, I also haven’t fucked anything but his mouth and my hand since then, but still. The knowledge that he’s also had the same experience is so gratifying.
During my imaginary dance, I loosen my grip, and Vaughn punches me, then we roll on the ground until he’s once again on top, staring down at me, his lips parted, his gaze flashing.
“I’m telling you, Yulian, I find you flirting with someone else again, grinding against them, letting them put their fucking hands on you, I’ll skin them alive.”
“Violent. Just the way to my heart.”
“I’m fucking serious.” He grabs my throat and shoves my head into the floor. “I will hurt you if you don’t keep your dick in check.”
“Deal.” I grab his nape, yanking him down. “In return, you’ll stop pretending you don’t already belong to me.”
“You’re the one who belongs to me.” He bites my lower lip. “I own you, Volchonok. Are we clear?”
My lips part. “What did you just call me— Mmm.”
My words dissolve into a moan when he crashes his mouth to mine, slurping on my tongue, his hand fisting my hair.