Vicious Rebel (82 Street Vandals #2) - Heather Long Page 0,20

together, as if that would alleviate the need to feel his cock pounding into me again, I almost held my breath waiting for him to move.

“What happened to fucking me?” I demanded. He traced fingers around my upper arm and then across my breast bone with such utter gentleness, it almost brought me to tears.

“You’re hurt.”

Two words, and it almost sucked all the oxygen out of the room. I glanced down at the faint shadows of bruises smudging my skin. I’d barely even noticed them.

“I’m not.”

The hand he’d been so gently tracing over me with locked around my throat in a grip that was both kind and demanding. How the fuck he did that, I had no idea. With his thumb, he tilted my head back as he stared at me.

“Don’t ask me,” I begged him, and his eyes narrowed.

“Dove…”

“It doesn’t hurt, and I bruise easily. The only thing I want to feel right now is you. So please don’t ask me.”

I didn’t want to lie to him. The bruises went across my upper arms too, probably from where Liam had picked me up. Lifting my left hand, Vaughn stared down at the knuckles. The bruises there were a lot more noticeable, but he only turned my hand over to look at the palms.

I’d banged them up during my escape.

“I need you to trust me, Dove,” he admitted. The roughness of his palm as he cupped my cheek was a stark contrast to the gentleness of his actions. “But you’re trusting me with your body—that’s a start.”

Then his mouth was on mine, thank fuck, and he slid his arm around me.

“Up.” I felt more than heard the command as he sucked against my tongue. Or maybe I imagined it. But I pushed up as he lifted, and between us, I lined him up and then sank down on him.

The fullness of him pushing into me was intense. Even as wet as my cunt was, I groaned, and his answering moan sounded nearly as tortured. The water was still somewhat hot as he pushed us underneath it, and then I was against the shower wall as he set a punishing pace.

Every brush of his piercing against my inner walls sent them spasming, and I fought to match him, but each time I thought I had it, he would shift and slow down or speed up. I dragged my nails across his scalp and let my body go loose. Even my nipples rubbing against his chest ached for more contact.

Vaughn grunted, and then the bite of his teeth dragged on my lower lip. “Look at me, Dove,” he ordered, and I forced my eyes open again. “See me.” Thrust. “Feel me.” Thrust. “Take me.”

The trembling began in my toes and shivered its way up my legs until my thighs were quaking. Every time he pushed into me deep, he ground against my clit, and it just added to the spasms. Heat uncoiled and flashed through me, and I kept my eyes open and on his as I splintered.

His grin turned fierce, triumphant as he pushed me through that orgasm. A scream tore from my throat at every hot pulse of his piercings hitting that spot inside me.

“Trust me,” he demanded as I shook and quaked around him. The clamping down of my cunt didn’t slow him. If anything, it spurred him on, and then I swore I came again. Everything went liquid, my muscles, my thoughts, and my fears.

The hot water sluiced it away, and I strained up to meet his kiss, answering the only way I could right now. I answered him with me. Vaughn came with a shout, the heat of his release rushing out to fill me, and I clung to him as he pumped his hips once, twice more before burying his face against my throat.

“Trust me, Dove,” he whispered in a rough voice as we panted. “I won’t disappoint you. I promise.”

The words ate at me, even after he eased out of my cunt and helped me wash his hair. They nibbled around my consciousness as I soaped up his back and then ran my hands over the tight muscles of his ass. They sank into my bones as he massaged my breasts and then he followed me as we rinsed off and left the shower behind for towels.

Vaughn yanked the door open to his bedroom after he hung his towel up. “I’ll get you something of mine to wear,” he offered, but he didn’t move from