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)
Vaughn kills the vibe by saying, “The only reason I invited you is to teach you a lesson and put you in your place.”
“If that place happens to be here, I don’t mind.”
He grips the chain harder, choking me, the metal constricting my throat until I can’t breathe.
Oh my, he’s losing it.
The well-tempered, perfect mafia prince aesthetic he has going on is crumbling behind that mask.
“I’m warning you, Yulian. If you send me one more video while you’re naked, I’ll cut you.”
“Half…naked,” I strain. “Not my f-fault your imagination led you elsewhere.”
“I could see your…” He trails off because I’m resisting laughter. Can’t help it.
Not only did he confirm he’s been watching my videos all this time, but he also saw how I trailed my hand down at the very end, tilting the camera. I didn’t show him my dick, though I was tempted to, but he might have seen a hint.
Oops.
“Why the fuck are you laughing?” he grinds out. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Maybe,” I singsong.
“This is my final warning. Stop getting into my space.”
“So block me.”
Something curious happens then. Not only does Vaughn’s grip on the chain loosen, but I can almost see a dumbfounded expression on his face. The realization that he didn’t block me, even though he could’ve right after that first time I sent him a link to my sex tape with his girlfriend.
Not that it would’ve worked. I would’ve found out any number he got, even if I had to pay people my entire trust fund.
Just kidding. Or am I?
I wrap my fingers around the chain and tug, pulling him down in one go. Vaughn’s caught off guard, probably lost in that big brain of his, trying to find an explanation, but chop-chop, I’m an action kind of guy, so down he comes.
And fuck me. Even I didn’t count on such a toe-curling feeling when his chest slams against mine.
His mask crooks to the side, but he’s entirely glued to me from the chest down. I let out a low hum, because fuck my life.
I’ve had sex with so many people, but never have I felt so freaking intoxicated just by the feel of another man against me, pressed up all over me, his scent invading my nostrils.
I lift up his mask, shoving it away. The sound of it clattering to the ground seems to startle him, his body shaking slightly before he thins his lips.
“Much better. Hi there,” I whisper in a lower tone than intended. I meant to grin and laugh and provoke him, but I’m so doomed, because just the sight of his handsome face, all sharp lines and disapproving expression, has me in shambles.
Someone call 911—or whatever the fuck it is in England—because I’m having a heart attack.
No, seriously, that goddamn organ is beating so hard against my rib cage, I’m surprised Vaughn’s not startled by it.
Don’t sound too eager, boy. I try to chastise it. You know he’ll beat the shit out of you if he senses your intentions.
Am I known to listen to the rare bursts of logic from my brain?
Certainly not.
I reach out a hand, and he watches it, his eyes wide, seeming dark brown in the dim light. “Why, this seems a bit too familiar.”
Like that dream—the one I’ve been religiously jerking off to. Guess what I’ll be jerking off to now?
This scene, obviously.
But seriously, it’s much better in reality. I shudder when my fingertips brush his cheek, then when I hold it hostage, my heartbeat thrums, and my dick is so hard, it’s painful.
Just a taste, yeah?
One. I promise not to be greedy.
I’ll stop after one.
“Yulian…”
“Hmm,” I rumble, my eyes on his lips.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“You know what.”
“Nah, gotta spell it out for me, baby. I’m not as bright as you.”
His lips part, and he’s panting. Vaughn is panting, his breath racing along my skin. The same Vaughn who looks down on me as if it’s a sport can’t breathe correctly because of me.
Hello, trouble.
“I’m warning you, Yulian.”
“About?”
“Don’t you fucking dare kiss me again.” His voice is slightly raspy, almost choked, but that’s not what makes my eyes widen.
His do, too, the slightest bit, his fingers tightening just a tad on the chain, realizing what he just admitted.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Fucking hell of all the gates of goddamn hell.
“Again…?” I dig my fingers into his cheek. “That wasn’t a dream, was it? You were really there in my room on top of me as I kissed—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He pushes himself away, red climbing up his fair skin.
No.
Nah.
Nyet in all of its fucking glory.
He’s about halfway up when I yank him down to me. He tries to push me away, and we’re wrestling, each trying to get the upper hand, but I’m bigger than him and brutal as hell when I let my animalistic side take over.
I trap him beneath me on the dirt, holding his wrists above his head with one hand as I straddle his waist.