Chapter 13 Vaughn
VAUGHN
Yulian’s kissing me.
Again.
His lips are locked to mine.
Fucking again.
And once again, I find myself trapped so far under his pull, I can’t breathe.
Or think.
All I can do is feel.
His fingers are tangled in my hair, firm lips sucking on mine, teeth pulling on that soft cushion until it hurts.
He shoves his tongue against my sealed lips, and I realize they’re trembling slightly—my whole body is, my muscles coiling with tension, my heart pounding so violently, I want to yank it out.
And it’s all my fault.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Why did I believe inviting Yulian to the initiation after spending weeks trying to ignore him was a good idea?
I meant to teach him a lesson, to amputate him from my world, but once again, I’m right back in the same mess I tried to escape.
With his lips on mine.
And his wild, woodsy scent curling through me, his fingers threading into my hair, angling my head as he holds me captive.
Fight.
I should fight—
His teeth nibble and pull on my lower lip, and I groan, the sound making him hum greedily against the sensitive skin.
Fucking hell.
Is kissing a man supposed to be this…dangerously shattering?
Like lighting fireworks, every lick and suck and nibble of his lips sets tingles ablaze across my chest and spine and all the way to my groin.
“Let me in…” he rumbles against my mouth, his voice thick and unrefined, then he drops a soft kiss on it and breathes out roughly. “Let me taste you properly.”
He’s speaking in a raspier tone, edged with a growl, almost as if he’s teetering on the brink of losing control—that is, if he has any.
Another kiss drops on my sealed mouth, lingering for a second, dousing me in fire before he stares at me. His eyes are shadowed and blown wide, a glint cutting through the darkness.
“I want to devour you,” he speaks in a gravelly murmur against my lips, every charged breath sparking goosebumps across my body.
“Like fuck you will.” I pause, startled by how strange my own voice sounds—low, almost unrecognizable.
“You’re cursing.” He licks my lips, leaving a trail of wetness on the soft skin. “I love it when you curse because of me.”
“It’s not—”
I realize I’ve made a mistake speaking, because he uses that slight opening to thrust his tongue inside my mouth.
Yulian’s tongue is in my mouth.
I’m about to punch him, but then he lets out a guttural moan as his tongue hooks against mine, almost as if he’s been waiting for this for a lifetime.
As if he’s satiated from finally kissing me.
But why…?
I don’t get a chance to think as he deepens the kiss, sliding his hand from my hair to hold my jaw. A jolt of pleasure engulfs me, spreading down my spine with terrifying speed.
Fuck.
God fucking damn it.
I yank my hands that he’s been holding in a death grip, forcing him to let me go, then I grab his arm and flip us, shoving him against the ground so that I’m the one on top.
Yulian grips the back of my neck, dragging me closer, refusing to release my mouth, seeming indifferent to being the one underneath me.
Then he hooks his leg on the back of my thigh and hauls me down in one powerful go so that I’m lying flush against him.
I grunt in his mouth as his massive erection presses against mine.
Yes, I am, unfortunately and tragically, hard.
I’m so hard, my cock is pulsing and throbbing in painful bursts.
I’m so hard, I feel like I’ll embarrass myself in seconds.
And all of this because of…kissing?
Kissing Yulian, of all people?
I don’t usually get this hard after kissing. I used to spend a long time making out with Danika just to have a half-erect cock, but just a couple of seconds with this prick and I’m a mess?
What the fuck is happening to me?
“Mmm…” he grunts, and I realize with horror that I’m kissing him, too.
No, I’m devouring him.
Violently.
As unhinged as he is.
I fist his hair, dragging his head back, forcing the kiss deeper, biting his lips, clashing with his tongue.
This can’t be real.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize there’s no way I’d be kissing Yulian with this animalistic frenzy, almost as if I can’t get enough.
Almost as if I’ve waited for this—
No.
This is only to prove that I can get the upper hand in everything. That no matter what he tries, I’ll always come out on top.
But fuck, the taste of his lips wrecks me.
He’s poison and I’m hooked.
Drunk on him.
There’s a hint of mint, but the rest is all him. Heady, masculine, and entirely addictive.
I’ve always thought myself to only be attracted to girls, so why the fuck is a man’s masculine scent, taste, and the feel of his hard muscles and thick cock turning me into an animal?
It’s not enough.
The pressure, the depth, the intoxicating feeling.
I knew a single taste wouldn’t be enough—it’s why I ran away.
It’s why I need to remove this idiot from my life—
A hand reaches between us—his hand—as he kisses me deeper, more violently, angrily almost as he grabs my cock through my pants.
What the—
“Mmm, you’re packed, baby,” he murmurs against my mouth, then licks and bites my lower lip.
“Shut the fuck up,” I bite back, sinking my teeth into his tongue until a metallic taste explodes at the back of my mouth.
The scent of the earth and pine mixes with blood and our gasping pants, forming a fucked-up cocoon around us.
And in the midst of it all, I know I should put an end to this.
I should push him away and leave. Put an ocean between us again and never come back.
But then he bites me a second time, harsh and unforgiving, making me feel the pain I inflicted, but he doesn’t draw blood. His leg on my thigh cages me against him, his hand in my hair, pulling, almost too savagely, as he unbuttons my jeans.
My ears ring as heady pleasure coils in my insides, and the scent of arousal overwhelms me.
I need to stop this.
It’s going too far.
I can’t let this go any further—
“Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about this?” His gravelly voice scrapes my ear, its low tremor spilling across my jaw, brushing my wet lips.
“Fantasized?” My own voice is raspy, my eyes hooded, because I can’t stop looking at the saliva on his lip and the smidge of blood spilling out at the corner.
I want to lick it, to lick him like a goddamn ice cream cone.
This isn’t normal.
“Mmm.” He opens the second button, slowly rubbing his cock against my thigh. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for such a long time.”
“How long?” I ask, my voice catching at the end because he kills the distance between us, licking the corner of my mouth, then my lower lip.
“For so fucking long.” He talks as he kisses and licks, his eyes almost closed from how much they’re drooping. “So unhealthily long.”
A moan catches at the back of my throat when he undoes the third button of my jeans, then his hand palms my aching cock through my briefs.
Fucking Christ. Why is it growing bigger at Yulian’s touch?
“I dreamt of licking you whole, your eyes, your nose, your lips, your jaw…” He nibbles on my jaw, then trails his mouth close to mine. “Your fucking soul, Mishka. And you know what?”
“What…?” I trail off, my voice quiet, because, really, I can’t go any louder, not with the onslaught of foreign sensations ripping through me.
“You taste better than I fantasized.” He plunges his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with renewed frenzy as he slides his hand inside my briefs and fists my cock.
A strangled noise echoes in the air, and I realize it’s mine.
I’m turned on in a way I’ve never experienced before and absolutely losing my mind.
Just because Yulian’s rough, big hand is around my dick.
This must be a simulation.
“Fuck, you’re huge, baby.” He pulls out my cock, stroking it from the base to the crown, taking his sweet time despite the small opening between us.
I exhale in rough bursts against his mouth, trapped in a world where my body seizes full control.
I can’t think or process or breathe properly as he jerks me, squeezing the crown and gathering the precum in his palm. He uses it to lube me up, moving up and down in a slow, rough motion.
“Love how your cock throbs in my hand. You feel so goddamn good, you know that?” He moans, rubbing his fully covered cock against my thigh.
“Shut up…” I sound so turned on, so…strange.
My cock has grown the hardest I’ve ever felt, and I truly refuse to think it’s because of Yulian.
Of all people.
Fucking Yulian?
I hate this asshole.
“Fuck…you keep getting harder. You’re making such a beautiful mess.” He squeezes my cock harshly, and I kind of slump over, only held by his hand on my face, as a bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine.
He does it again, and this time, he kisses me as he jerks me off in a fast, maddening rhythm. All my blood rushes to my groin, and I know I’m going to come so embarrassingly soon.
“S-stop…Yuli…”
“Oh, fuck. Calling me by my diminutive name?” He grunts, going in an even faster rhythm, rubbing himself against me, pulling me tighter on top of him.
I grab his head with both hands, yanking at his hair. “I’m going to come. Stop it.”
He bites his lower lip, then lifts his head and bites mine, stretching the skin between his teeth. “That’s the whole point, baby. I want to see you shatter for me.”
“Fuck you,” I grunt, my body tightening, my spine jerking, and that familiar rush bulldozes through.
“Shh, don’t fight it.” He fists my hair tighter, his rough murmur ghosting over my tingling lips. “Don’t run away, okay? This was meant to be.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Us, Mishka. We were meant to be.”
“There’s no us…” My voice chokes as he goes faster, precum leaking all over us.
“Yes, there is. Can’t you feel how much your body loves mine, baby?”
“Shut up…”
“You see, I went through so much fucking suffering to get you right here, so no, I won’t shut up.
I’ll never shut up about how good you feel.
How your cock is so huge and beautiful. Even more beautiful than I imagined while fucking Danika.
That’s what I did, you know. I wanted to feel you while I was inside her, which is why I kept going on and on… and on.”
Fucking creep.
I punch him, but it’s weak because I’m already coming.
I’m coming so hard, cum splashes everywhere between us as I shudder. Yulian doesn’t react to the punch. He merely grins and kisses me as I shove my dick in his hand, using his hand as a hole until I’m spent of every drop.
Until my head is completely empty.
All I can do is breathe his woodsy, musky smell and the heady scent of arousal surrounding us.
All I can hear is the sucking sounds of our lips slamming together with the rare shout in the distance.
All I can feel is his hand fisting my spent cock, lightly stroking as he rocks his hips gently.
He pulls his lips from mine and licks them. “I knew you’d look like a goddamn masterpiece when you come, baby.”
A high-pitched ringing fills my head. I swing, my fist connecting with his jaw, then shove off him, yanking myself back and tucking my cock away from view.
I need to go.
What the hell have I done?
I back away from Yulian, unwilling to look at him, drowning in the certainty that I’ve just made the worst mistake.
“You can run, but you can’t hide, Mishka,” his voice calls after me, not smug but challenging, as if he knows exactly what kind of clusterfuck I’ve landed myself in.