Chapter 21
EVELINA
Part of me knows I should be mortified, being carried out of the party over his shoulder like a sack of laundry. But that part of me is buried under the overwhelming, achingly erotic feel of his shoulder grinding against my middle.
Of his firm hands on my body, the sheer electricity of the pressure sending sparks over my skin.
Even the blood rushing to my head as I lie sprawled over his shoulder feels so freaking good. My thighs squeeze and rub together as he carries me into the elevator and hits one of the buttons.
I’ve never done drugs before. I’ve never even smoked pot. I mean, when one glass of wine gets you loopy, there’s no need for anything stronger.
But right now, he’s right. It’s abundantly clear that I am high.
And high feels good.
It feels great, actually. So much so that I completely understand now why people do drugs. The sensations rippling over and through my body are incredible.
“And just where do you think you’re taking me,” I giggle, trying not to moan as my body shamelessly grinds against his rock-hard muscles.
I can’t help it. I literally cannot. It’s like my brain is incapable of wrenching control back from my body, which is entirely focused on keeping those delicious toe-curling physical sensations going.
“Stop it,” he growls. His grip on the backs of my thighs and my ass tightens, and I can’t help but moan again.
“Or what,” I purr.
“Don’t fucking tempt me, Evelina,” Vaughn murmurs darkly as the elevator doors ding open to the lobby of the building.
“Uh oh,” I giggle. “I might beg…” I squirm against him. “And I know that makes you haaarrdd…”
“Now would be the perfect time to shut the fuck up, princess,” Vaughn hisses dangerously as he marches through the lobby to the glass doors leading outside.
I snort. “You wouldn’t do anything to me. I’m on druuuugs,” I giggle.
Suddenly, I’m gasping as he yanks me off his shoulder, sets my feet on the ground, and slams me up against a sleek, blacked-out Mercedes G-wagon.
“That’s what you think,” he murmurs darkly before opening the passenger door and literally lifting me into the seat.
I’m staring at him, my jaw agape and my eyes wide as he buckles me in and then storms around to the driver's side.
Then the SUV rumbles to life, and I am incapable of thinking, or speaking, or doing anything but melting into the passenger seat.
Every rev of the engine. Every bump in the road.
Every brake for a light. They all send shudders of arousal coiling through my core.
It feels like my skin is on fire as a tingling sensation sparks over every inch of it, until my nipples are tight and aching in my dress and my panties are just a wet strip of fabric rubbing deliciously against my dripping pussy.
Neon lights zigzag past the windows in a blur.
The leather seat presses against my bare back, my ass, and the backs of my thighs, making my breath catch.
Deep, hypnotic trance music plays through the speakers, and oh my God, it’s like I can feel the freaking music as it tickles my skin and dances up my neck to my ears.
The car hits another bump, sending a bolt of pleasure stabbing through me. I moan as I grind against the seat. I bite down on my lip, my face burning as I squeeze my thighs tighter together, desperate for the rumble of the engine making my panties rub against my clit.
Without warning, Vaughn reaches over, grabs the front of my dress, and yanks the cowl neck to the side.
I gasp sharply, whimpering as my left breast is bared, my nipple tight and tingling as the air teases over it.
He shoves the other part of the cowl neck off my other breast, leaving me topless and shuddering with heat, my eyes wide as I turn to stare at him.
His gorgeous face stays looking straight ahead, his chiseled jaw clenching and his haunted, icy eyes glinting like blue steel.
I moan when he suddenly pinches a nipple, twisting viciously.
I cry out, choking as he squeezes harder, tugging at the throbbing pink bud until I’m shaking and grinding against the seat.
I want to tell myself it’s the Ecstasy. That drugs are the reason my body is responding so eagerly and desperately to his brutal touch.
But it’s not.
It’s me.
Or him.
Or maybe it’s us, together.
I don’t fight or protest when Vaughn’s hand drops to my thigh and yanks my dress up past my panties.
Instead, I shudder and moan when he brutally slaps my thighs apart, spreading my legs and suddenly cupping my soaked panties with his hand.
His thick finger slips underneath them, making me whimper as I grind my pussy against the backs of his fingers.
He yanks hard, ripping the lace away with a shredding sound that echoes in the G-Wagon and sends a bolt of violent need through my core.
When his hand leaves my thighs, I squeeze them together as the engine revs.
“Don’t you fucking dare close your legs, princess.”
His dark voice slices through the heat of the SUV.
“If you need to make that slutty pussy feel good, spread your legs and use your fingers like a good little whore.”
My core ignites with liquid fire as I stare at him, my eyes bulging.
Vaughn just keeps driving, eyes on the road as he brings my ruined, torn panties to his face and inhales slowly.
“I said touch your slutty cunt, princess.”
It’s embarrassing how quickly my hand dives between my legs. How loudly I moan when my fingers glide between my slick, eager lips.
I start rubbing my clit in slow circles, my eyes rolling back and my ass writhing. The drugs are in total control now. And I know that adds a seriously screwed-up power element to all this: I’m on Ecstasy. He’s sober.
I’m at his mercy.
I wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing if he stopped the car, bent me over it in the middle of Midtown Manhattan, and fucked me however he wanted.
What’s even more screwed up is how turned on the idea makes me.
My hips grind. My moans are loud and unapologetic as I rub my clit and squirm in pleasure in the seat next to him.
The vehicle comes to a sudden stop.
Noooo.
I whine in protest, still touching myself as I swivel my head to look at him. Vaughn’s watching me with predatory focus, his eyes glinting as I look right back, eagerly rubbing my pussy.
I’m close. So close that I don’t even stop as he gets out of the car and comes back around to my side. It’s only when he wrenches the door open and grabs me that I pull my hand away, shrieking as he tosses me over his shoulder again.
I’m hyper aware of the fact that I’m not wearing panties anymore as he storms into the building and then an elevator, my bare tits pressing against the fabric of his suit, electrifying my nipples.
He yanks my dress up once the doors close, and I cry out when two of his fingers plunge into me from behind, roughly fingering my slick, soaking pussy as the elevator ascends.
The doors open to darkness, and my heart skips.
Vaughn’s fingers slip from my pussy, and a deep somberness drapes over everything as he steps out of the elevator into the near pitch-dark penthouse.
“W-what…” I gulp as he sets me down barefoot on the floor.
Where the fuck did my heels go?
“Why are we here?” I whisper, shaking.
“I can take care of you here.”
My jaw tightens. “I don’t need to be babied—”
“Oh, I’m not going to baby you, princess,” he murmurs. “I’m going to fuck you.”
My pulse is roaring in my ears, my face on fire and my skin tingling as he turns to face me in the gloom.
“Yes, you’re high. But if you think that’s going to stop me, you’re very fucking wrong,” he growls. “If you came to me thinking you’d find a gentleman—”
“I’d never think that,” I breathe, my voice shaking as my body shivers and coils with anticipation.
Vaughn takes a slow breath. He shrugs off his jacket, folding it and placing it on a table by the elevator doors. He loosens his tie and slips it off before rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up over his muscled, tattooed forearms.
Fire crackles inside me.
“You get a five second head start.”
My pulse spikes as my head whips around to stare at him. “Head start?”
“Five seconds, Evelina.”
“It’s… It’s pitch black in here,” I blurt, my pulse spiking erratically as my body trembles with fear, excitement, chemicals, and adrenaline. I turn to glance up at him. “If…if you catch me—”
“When I catch you, I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he purrs darkly, his voice eerily devoid of emotion. “I’m going to break that slutty cunt. One.”
Oh my God.
“Two.”
I bolt into the darkness, with no idea where I’m going or what the hell I’m doing.
“Three.”
My hip bashes into the back corner of…maybe a couch? I scream in agony as I bounce away from it and crash to the floor, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as fire ripples over my skin.
“Four.”
Holy shit.
I scramble to my feet and lurch in a random direction, my arms thrust in front of me, my body clenching and tightening as seductive heat coils through my center.
“Five.”
There’s nothing else. No final line promising to hunt me. Just the last number, a moment of silence, and then footsteps thundering through the darkness.
…Right in my direction.
My throat is so tight I can’t even scream. Maybe it’s fear, or maybe it's the drugs coursing through my veins, heightening every sensation until it feels like the air itself is turning me on.
This is wildly unfair.
Not just because he knows the layout of this place. But because every step, every heartbeat, every jangle of my nerves is dumping pure pleasure into my veins.
Every brush against a piece of furniture sends a ripple of desire teasing through my system. Every jolt as my bare feet pound against wooden floors or carpeting makes need pulse desperately between my thighs.
The screaming anticipation of his hands grabbing me from the darkness throbs harder through my body, obliterating everything in its path until it’s all too much.
My nerves give out and I crash panting to a stop against the padded arm of a leather chair.