Chapter 12 Yulian #2
I don’t get to marvel at the stupidity of said sexual organ being turned on by the one guy I shouldn’t go near, because Vaughn pulls me from the tree, then shoves me to the ground. He expertly maneuvers and elongates the chain so that he still has me in a chokehold.
The fall hurts, but not as much as my erection. Go figure.
Dying in the throes of desire would look fucking lit on my gravestone, though.
My thoughts are interrupted when he drags me over the fucking dirt with his grip on the chain around my neck.
My head bumps against the ground and pain explodes all over my back, but hey, he’s dragging me, not anyone else.
That’s what I call interest.
I laugh to myself as my number is announced on the speaker. Oh, now I’m eliminated from some nonsensical hunt.
Who cares?
Actually, I take it back. It’s not nonsensical. After all, I’m being hunted by Vaughn, or dragged, or what-the-fuck-ever.
Still counts.
I can fix him.
Just kidding, it’s probably the other way around, and he has to fix me.
Placing a hand behind my head, I try to observe his back as he proceeds to wipe the ground with me. But it’s really hard when my vision is upside down. His gloved fingers flex on the thick chains he has over his shoulders while he pulls me with brute, hot-as-fuck strength.
Which is odd. I swear I’m not really attracted to very masculine men and prefer feminine ones, but Vaughn’s strength is getting my dick hot and bothered.
“So, not that I’m complaining or anything, but don’t you think the quality of the date should be better if you intended to get freaky?”
He stops near a large tree, his back muscles flexing, his grip on the chain tightening.
A moment passes.
A second, almost.
Then he inhales sharply before tilting his head down in my direction, the white neon mask looking hot as fuck, if I may say so myself.
“Hi.” I wave again. “I’m open to new kinks, but I’m going to need you to take it real slow, Mishka. Nothing too crazy for the first time, deal?”
“Why aren’t you fighting?” He entirely ignores my suggestion—nothing new there—but he’s looking at me.
A win is a win.
Also, fuck me, did his voice always sound this nice? No, not nice—hot is the word I’m looking for. Deep and controlled and so goddamn delicious.
Can I devour a voice? Probably not, brain. Stop being so random and creepy.
“Yulian…” The subtle warning brings me to the present. No, not the present, to him, because I was looking at his mouth. Or where his mouth would be if there wasn’t a mask, imagining it rolling and saying my name in that eargasm voice.
“Oh.” I link my hands behind my head and grin. “Is that what we’re supposed to do? Fight?”
“That’s the whole point of this evening.”
“I thought it was so you could see me.” I stroke the chain around my neck—totally going to have bruises from this thing tomorrow. “Considering the date invitation and all.”
He remains silent, but his posture stiffens.
“What? I suspected it was you who sent the invitation, but I wasn’t sure until now.
You weren’t surprised to see me, almost as if you were expecting me.
So tell me, Mishka, what can I do for you?
The date started rough, but I can totally make it better.
Are you perhaps in the mood to try what I suggested in my latest vlog? ”
He pivots around and stands astride me, his legs on either side of my stomach as he peers down at me with the neon glow.
Fuck me sideways, he looks ethereal with the sky and the trees framing him. I wish I had my phone so I could snap a picture.
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.
We’re both panting, the sound of our ragged breathing echoing in the forest around us.
And I’m laughing, my cock all but fucking leaking in my boxers.
You know, I always figured Vaughn was straight. He gave all the vibes, not that there are any set in stone, but he’s just the definition of a straight dude.
So I thought I’d never be able to seduce him—not in a million years, actually.
But the way he’s looking at me right now with wide eyes filled with uncertainty and fear and the fact that he invited me after making me believe that kiss was a dream gives me all the opening I need.
He’s so done for.
“Let me go.” His voice, not as firm as usual, is trembling, tilting on the edge.
“Too late.” I lick my lower lip. “You’re not going anywhere, Mishka.”
And then my lips devour his.
And sweet fucking Jesus. Sorry for bringing you up, but really, I think I can die now.