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)
I’m about to step out when it happens so fast, I don’t even get the chance to blink.
Vaughn’s hand clamps around my throat as his mouth crashes against mine. The kiss is brutal, merciless, thick with rage and hunger.
No, it’s not a kiss—it’s war, a violent clash of lips and teeth, tongues battling as his fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back so he can devour me, suck the breath from my lungs, bite me, to consume me like he could drink the blood straight from my veins.
Fuck. He’s an absolute ravenous beast.
Just how I like him.
My fingers wrap around that neck I’ve been fantasizing about, all my resolve crumbling to smithereens as I kiss him with the same frenzy. My hand with the gun wraps around the back of his head, shoving him against me.
I need him closer, his hard muscles molded further into mine. Doesn’t matter if it hurts. I love the pain. It means he’s right here.
Kissing me.
It means I’m also here, alive, and this isn’t a dream.
His cock bulges against my thigh, his tongue dancing with mine to a fucked-up symphony.
Vaughn pulls his head back, a trail of saliva forming between us as we breathe harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls.
“Don’t you dare say I’m not that special again,” he growls against my lips, his voice low and raw. “I’m nothing like the guys you’ve known, Yulian. I’ll fuck you the hell up before you consider me a stop on your whorish path.”
Something in my chest lights up, which probably shouldn’t happen since he’s threatening me. But I don’t give a fuck, because he said something I can use to my advantage.
“If you don’t want to be a stop…” I trail off, feeling apprehensive all of a sudden. Fuck it. “Don’t run away.”
He frowns.
“Or I will just replace you,” I add with a shrug to hide my wounded pride.
Vaughn shoves his leg between my knees, and I groan when he puts pressure on my cock. “I told you to stop saying shit like that.”
“Then stop running away.”
“You’re the one who did after the last time, Yulian!” He raises his voice the slightest bit, which isn’t like him.
“Well, you were ignoring me and staring at the ceiling. I can take only so many hits to my ego before I’ve had enough.”
He looks stunned for a few seconds. “You…left because I was ignoring you?”
“That’s what I said.”
“I was just thinking. Jesus Christ, God forbid I have a mini existential crisis because of my first gay sex experience. I don’t suck guys’ cocks every day, you know.”
Oh.
“Ohhh. So you were thinking about that? Was it, like, a bad existential crisis or a Holy shit, I love this. How can I get more? crisis? Don’t tell me if it’s the former, and I can totally help if it’s the latter. I’ll consider you my charity project.”
“Fuck you,” he says, but he’s chuckling low, his shoulders vibrating as if a weight has been shoved off of them. “I thought…you were disappointed.”
“Disappointed in what?”
He clears his throat, looking almost bashful, if I’m not imagining things. “My performance or something.”
It takes everything in me not to burst into flames. He’s so fucking adorable when he’s not a grumpy little shit.
“Baby, I’d never be disappointed by anything you do. Besides, everyone starts somewhere—no one is born sucking cock. You had spectacular skills for a novice, but then again, you had a fucking VIP-level teacher, so it tracks. That’s me, by the way.”
“Shut it, Yulian.”
“Make me.” I lick his lower lip, then bite it, falling back into my bad habits headfirst.
He groans, kissing me with less urgency than earlier, but deeper.
“You’ll be the fucking death of me,” he whispers against my lips.
“Famous last words.” I grin. “Admit it, you always wanted to kiss me.”
“I said.” Kiss. “Shut.” Lick. “The fuck.” Bite. “Up.”
“Mmm, keep making me.” I reach between us, cupping him through his pants, and we grunt as he grows thicker in my palm. “You’re so fucking hard for me, baby.”
“Fuck…” He growls when I loop my leg around his and rub my cock against his thigh as I stroke his through the pants.
“You feel so good.” I kiss his lips, his chin, his jaw, his throat. “I’m always so fucking feral for your taste, the way you feel, I want to devour you whole.”
He bites my jaw, moving his thigh, pressing it until my cock hurts with both pent-up pleasure and pain. “Now, stop. We’re not doing this here, where anyone can walk in.”
“We can lock the door.” I chase his lips, rubbing his cock until it’s so hard, he’s struggling to speak.
“I said no.” He shoves me against the wall and steps back, his hand grabbing my arm. “This is about the last and most dangerous place we could be hooking up in. Seriously, stop thinking with your dick.”