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)
“Maybe,” I say only because I know he won’t like it, and I get off on his reactions a bit too much.
Mostly because he usually doesn’t have any reaction.
I’ve seen him with his friends, with Danika—gag—and even seen pictures of him at events and parties. Vaughn is the definition of mechanical.
Too precise.
Too proper.
His face is a mask devoid of expression.
So I feel a sort of superpower when I drag out his anger, lust, and possessiveness.
Oh, and petty jealousy. He has that in spades.
“What did you just say?” He narrows his eyes as we both slip out of our pants and boxers, kicking them on the ground.
We’re chest to chest, fully naked, only surrounded by the silky sheet that he’ll totally throw a fit about being covered with cum later.
My chest thuds, and my balls hum at the feeling of his erection rubbing against my thigh. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sensation of his warm flesh pressed against mine.
Or the knowledge that he wants me as much as I want him.
Just kidding, I totally will. But I don’t believe I’ll ever view it as normal, because, fuck me all the way to hell, I never really liked just holding my fuck buddies.
With them, it was only physical. Wham, bam, and thank you very much, ma’am. But with Vaughn, the weight of his body flush against mine sends a thrill racing through me. It’s addictive.
And intense.
I’m already mourning the fact that I can’t have him like this every day.
Fuck distance. I don’t believe in that shit.
“I said maybe.” I feign innocence. “What can I say? I love the attention—mmmfuck!”
My words end on a moan because he’s cupping me and his low, growly voice rushes close to my lips. “My attention is the only attention you’ll crave, Volchonok. Are we fucking clear?”
Yes, sir.
I bite my tongue before I can say that, because what the fuck? Why do I love his possessive dominant streak a bit too much? The little fuck is a year younger than me, damn it. It should be insulting.
“From now on, I’m the only one who gets to touch you.” He squeezes my cock, and I thrust my hips, chasing the burn, but he just shoves me back down with his grip. “Say yes.”
“Mmm, I’ll think about it.”
“Yulian…”
“Yes, baby?”
“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” I grin, and it ends up in a moan, because he’s licking a trail down the center of my chest, and my mouth is watering, my dick throbbing like crazy in his hand.
“Or maybe you just love being used…” He trails off, his hazel eyes flashing toward me. “Your dick is surely performing a standing ovation for me, making a fucking mess as usual.”
Yup, that tracks. Precum is already coating the tip and dripping into his hand as he jerks me, lubing me up with that delicious control.
“You like it.” I thrust powerfully, pushing my hips forward.
“What was that?” His words are muffled because he’s kissing and licking my chest, nipples, and abs, he’s biting on the tattoo and sucking the skin around it over and over, and I’m surprised I don’t come from the sensation.
My balls draw up, strung tight, every nerve raw as his touch makes me feel worshiped. His lips are soft, his hands merciless—one grips my hip, the other rubs me with violent urgency, only to turn achingly gentle the next second, snapping my nerves like whiplash.
“You love that I’m so hot and bothered for you,” I pant, yanking at his hair. “It makes you horny.”
He huffs a chuckle that vibrates against my nipple. “You make me horny, you goddamn idiot.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. Why do you think I keep coming back? Something about you, Volchonok…”
I’m listening with bated breath, but he doesn’t continue, just trails his lips lower, sucking on my abs, biting viciously, and I flex, which makes him bite harder.
Fuck. This violent asshole is my own brand of crazy. I love the tinge of pain, the way he squeezes me so roughly.
“Something about you…” he repeats, this time biting and sucking along the lines of my V, lingering there far too long.
“Are you giving me hickeys?” A chuckle escapes me, darkened by lust at the scrape of his teeth and the drag of his tongue.
“What if I am?”
“Mm, want to mark me, baby?”
“If anyone sees you, they’ll know you’re taken.” His eyes rage a darker color, almost brown, as he releases my cock and grabs my hips.
“They’ll go away in a few days…” My breath hitches on the last word because his lips are so close to my cock, glistening wet from all the marks he’s left on my chest and abs.
“Then I’ll leave new ones.” A rough sound rumbles from his chest as he sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth.
Vaughn’s lips are on my cock.