Chapter 21 #2
“You win!” I blurt into the darkness, my heart pounding against my ribs as sweat clings to the small of my back. “I give up!” I'm breathless, shaking all over as the drugs fucking with my brain chemistry ignite in my veins. “Whatever you’re going to do, just do it—”
“Gladly.”
I scream as a fist roughly grabs my hair and yanks me back. Hands paw at my dress, ripping it off me as I go crashing to the ground. My skin erupts in blinking neon fire as I claw at the floor, yelling as his fingers rake over my skin.
Slapping.
Pinching.
Mauling.
The darkness, the heat, the unhinged violence, the adrenaline, the drugs…it all swirls around me like black ink, dragging me down into the depths of this madness.
The insanity that I crave.
The hurt that I want.
The submission and humiliation that I need.
I moan when he slams me down on my back and straddles my chest, his muscled thighs pressing into my ribs. Through the hazy blur of my high, I realize he’s as naked as I am, which sends a vicious ripple up my spine.
I whimper when his hand grabs my jaw and tugs my mouth open, his thumb dragging over my panting lips before something slaps heavily against my mouth.
Holy hell.
He just slapped my face with his cock.
Vaughn grunts and does it again, slapping the swollen, leaking head of his big dick against my lips, my tongue, my chin and my cheeks, groaning deeply as he smears precum all over my face. His hand forces my jaw open as I moan eagerly.
“Open wide, princess.”
Just as I obey, stinging fire explodes between my legs.
Good God, he just slapped my fucking PUSSY.
He does it again and again, until the fiery pain melts into something so achy, needy, and deliciously unhinged that it takes my breath away.
Oh my God.
OH MY GOD.
He slaps my pussy again and suddenly rams two fingers inside me, stroking them against that spot inside.
I come instantly.
Violently.
Wetly.
An inhuman scream rips from my throat and my hips lift off the ground as I feel warm liquid spray over my thighs and his hand.
What the HELL was that?!
Vaughn groans deeply, his fingers still thrusting in and out of my slick pussy as sloppy wet sounds fill the apartment.
“What a greedy little slut, squirting all over my fingers like a whore.”
I cry out in pleasure as he slaps my pussy again and sinks his fingers back into me, ramming them in and out as my body jerks again, my heels scuffing on the floor as my eyes roll back.
“Now open that pretty mouth, princess,” he rasps, his voice like death, “and show me how a good little slut swallows a big, fat cock.”
I’ve barely parted my lips before he grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves his swollen dick between them. A raw moan hums in my chest as he thrusts roughly into the back of my throat, gagging me, making me squirm and kick against the ground as drool trickles from the corners of my mouth.
His fingers ram into me, the squelching wet sounds of my desperate need for him mingling with the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking my throat.
I gasp, panting when he pulls back and then slaps the heavy, wet head of his cock against my lips, smearing them with spit and precum.
Suddenly, he’s flipping me over.
He grabs my hips and lifts my ass as he wraps my hair in a fist and pins my cheek to the ground.
Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD.
The Ecstasy and my adrenaline ignite like gasoline through my veins as he slaps my ass and eases the fat head of his cock against my slick pussy lips.
“The next time you try to get my attention by flirting with my fucking friends…” he rasps into my ear, reaching underneath me to pinch a nipple. I moan, shaking all over, my skin on fire as I pant heavily against the floor.
I sob in pleasure as his hand crashes roughly to my butt, spanking me hard.
“I’ll fuck your ass raw in front of them, so they know exactly what a broken slut you are for me.”
When he rams every thick inch of his monster cock inside me with one thrust, because I’m so fucking wet, it truly clicks for me.
I’ve wondered about it before. I’ve mulled over what it means.
But it’s that violent, consuming, dominating moment of sudden penetration that gives me my answer.
I don’t just like the rough way he fucks me. I don’t just enjoy the crude, filthy things he says. I don’t just get off on the submission.
When he fucks me like this, or talks to me like that, or inflicts pain and humiliation on me, I don’t feel used or degraded, I feel needed.
When I drop into this space with him and give him total control, it’s as if the subjugation and viciousness strip away all complexity.
It’s not about being impressive, or perfectly polished. It simply boils down to being wanted, in its purest form.
And God help me, that might be the biggest rush of my life.
My drug of choice.
My everything.
When he fucks the shit out of me, his grooved hips and abs slapping against my ass, I’m not “giving in”.
I’m letting go.
When he grabs my hair in a fist or pinches my nipples or slaps my face or shoves his fingers into my greedy mouth, he’s not humiliating me.
He’s setting me free.
He’s allowing me to come undone.
To shatter.
To fall.
And the single most fucked-up part of all of this is that when Vaughn Bancroft is chasing me through the dark, or hurting me, or fucking me into submission, I trust him more than I’ve ever trusted anyone in my life.
I let go.
I detach.
That's why I allow myself to sink into the dark place we create together.
I cry out when he pushes a wet finger against my asshole, squirming and struggling and then gasping when his finger finally sinks into me. I moan when he fucks me harder into the floor, and pulls my hair rougher, and pushes a second finger into my ass.
Drugs or not, it’s like being completely reborn.
“Be a good girl and break for me, princess. Let me feel your slutty little holes come for me. Fucking shatter for me.”
The world goes still. The roaring in my ears thins to a high whine. My heart stops and my lungs tighten.
He pushes two fingers from his other hand into my mouth. And suddenly, with my mouth, my pussy and my ass filled with him, I’m gone.
Shattering into a million fucking pieces.
The orgasm thunders through me like a tsunami, sweeping me away and dragging me under as I drown in the delicious release.
Vaughn roars, ramming his huge cock into me as I feel him tense up and then start pulsing deep inside.
I cry out when I feel his hot cum spill deep into my pussy, then he pulls out and sprays the rest over my ass, my pussy, my back, and my thighs.
Reality has no meaning. The world is blurred and swimmy.
I'm still shaking as he wraps me in his arms, cradles me against his body, and starts to carry me, my head lolled against his chest, listening to the steady thud of his heart.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs against my ear. “MY good girl.”
My brow furrows deeply, my eyes squeezing shut against the harsh light trying to pry its way into my head.
I groan as I shift under the covers, pouting as sleep is stripped away from me by consciousness.
Dammit.
I exhale with a huff, wincing again at the light piercing through my eyelids before I slowly open them.
My heart skips for a second. I have no idea where I am.
The bedroom is spotless and gorgeously decorated, but it’s totally unfamiliar. I begin to sit up, then realize with a start that I’m naked under the covers.
What the…
I stiffen, my head throbbing. Then gradually the gauzy fog of sleep fades, and it all starts to come back to me.
Oh God.
The mad chase through the dark.
The rough, punishing, brutal fucking.
The slaps, pinches, chokes, and fingers pushing into my ass.
Heat floods my core as I curl under the covers, now very awake.
…And maybe a little wet.
My head throbs again, and I wince as that part comes rushing back.
Good lord, I took drugs last night. Not even something normal like weed, either. I did Ecstasy.
Then, slowly, my brows pinch as my memories continue to come back, replaying the flute of champagne with the little “candy” bubbling at the bottom of it.
Sabine.
It all comes back to me. I realize with horrifying clarity that I didn’t “take” Ecstasy last night.
I was given it, without my freaking consent.
“That bitch!” I blurt out loud.
“Who’s a bitch?”
I whip my head around and feel myself blush when I see Vaughn standing in the open doorway of what must be a guest room at his penthouse.
I try to swallow back some of the heat as I pull the covers tighter around me.
“Nothing,” I blurt. “I mean…no one.”
Vaughn arches a brow, his gaze dropping to the white-knuckle grip I have on the duvet covering my nudity.
“Your sudden bout of modesty is…interesting, given last night.”
My face heats. “I was…” I groan and look down. “The Ecstasy…” I slowly lift my eyes to his. “You…” I frown. “You knew I’d been drugged, and you still—”
“Careful, princess,” Vaughn murmurs darkly as he walks slowly over to the bed, making my pulse skip and my thighs clench. “Might I remind you of our deal?”
I nod mutely.
“Say it out loud,” he rumbles, a dark glint in his eyes.
I swallow.
“Me not saying my word is implied consent,” I mumble, shivering.
Vaughn's gaze is steady. “And is there anything you’d like to say right now?”
My mouth twists as another blush creeps over my face. I shake my head.
“Use your words, Evelina,” he says sternly.
Dammit. Why the hell is that authoritative tone so hot?
My lip catches between my teeth. “No,” I say quietly. “There’s nothing.”
“No specific word?” he says with a devilish grin. It both annoys me and makes me bite my lip while trying not to squirm.
I shake my head again, smiling through my caught lower lip. “No,” I whisper.
Vaughn nods as he looms over me. He leans down and cups my jaw.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.
Fuck.
I remember the rules. But when he’s this close, and saying things like that after what happened last night?
I’m going to break one.
I grab his face, and before he can stop me, I close the distance between us and kiss him.
And oh my God, have I wanted to do this. I don’t even think I realized how badly not kissing him was getting to me before just now. But when our lips sear together, and that spark ignites in my chest, I don’t think there’s anything I want to do more than kiss him.
I melt against his mouth, whimpering…
…Until his hand wraps around my throat like iron.
He shoves me toppling back into the bedsheets, making my breath catch sharply and fear curdle in my chest as his cold eyes stab lethally into me.
“Wait, Vaughn, I—”
I whimper, trembling as his hand tightens, pinning me against the sheets as he looms over me with venom in his eyes.
“There’s a reason you woke up in a guest bedroom and not mine.”
His voice hits like a cold slap.
“There are fucking rules, Evelina,” he hisses. “You know that.”
He abruptly lets go of my throat and steps away.
“Break them again, and this is done.”
His eyes narrow, and I break a little when he turns and walks toward the door.
“There are clothes for you on the chair by the window. Get dressed. Someone will be coming to take you home in five minutes.”
Then he leaves.
And I hate…absolutely hate…how much it hurts.