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)
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.
13
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.