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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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ISOLDE
My heaving breaths echoed loudly in the darkness of the cave. My legs burned from running on the sand—something I hadn’t done since college and volleyball training—and the orgasm Vaughn ripped from me like it was nothing.
I splashed through the puddles on the rocky floor, shallow since the tide was out. It had been years since I was in these caves, but I still knew them well enough. The pitch black would help conceal me. Hopefully.
Lowering myself down on the ground, I spread some of the water on myself. I didn’t have much time. Vaughn was fast, and he was probably already on his way, but the water might dampen the scent a little.
Outside the caves, I heard his voice in a singsong that gave me goosebumps. “Isolde.”
I pushed forward, dragging my hands on the rock wall until I felt what I was looking for. A little passageway between two of the caves, small enough to fit through for some. I could, but I doubted Vaughn would fit.
Back deeper into the cave again before doubling back and crossing into the third and final one—the one closest to the mansion. A corner I’d used for hide and seek foryearshid back here, within viewing distance of the entrance, but no one would be able to find you if you didn’t already know where you were.
Or if they were hunting you.
Steps scraped on stone, a low purr echoing through. “Smart girl,” he chuckled. His voice was louder. So he’d found the passage. “I’ll still find you.”
He would, but I wasn’t going to make it easy. I waited until I couldn’t hear him anymore before I backtracked. A wave of delicious orange and cream washed toward me from the entrance of the second cave. My heart kicked into high gear, and I pressed myself back through the crack in the stone. I only had seconds or he would find me. Quickly.
Quickly.
There. I breathed out in relief, pressing close to the crack and listening for the barest hint of a step on the other side.
“Nice try.”
I screamed, turning and running straight into Vaughn’s chest. “Quiet.” His mouth slammed over mine while he shoved me against the stone wall, tongue invading before I could stop him. So I bit him, making sure not to break the skin.
Vaughn jerked back, smiling. “Wanna make me bleed, sweetheart? Be my guest. It’s not going to change anything.”
Pure, sultry heat swept through me. Why did I like it when he said things like that? Why did I crave knowing he was going to take what he wanted no matter what?
Because I knew he would stop.
With one little word, this would end. It was all a choice, and I chose him. He hadn’t taken my hands yet. “Fuck off.”
A hand circled my throat, pushing me into the stone and stealing my air. “Sure that’s the way you want to go? I can be nice to you. If you’re nice to me.” His lips brushed mine. “If you get on your knees and say you’re sorry.”
I couldn’t breathe, air scraping through my throat where he squeezed. “The only way I’ll ever kneel is if you make me.”
All he did was smile. My stomach tumbled with want and the barest hint of fear. I loved the edge of it, making everything sharper.
“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”
He didn’t release my throat. I clawed at his hand, unable to move him, unable to focus on what he was doing. The sound of tearing fabric reached my ears, my skirt splitting, the damn ocean air hitting my legs once more. The sleeves torn off and discarded.
Everything blazed to life. The world poured back in along with my air. I coughed, dizzy and blind and not fighting back because I couldn’t. Vaughn grabbed my hands and turned, pinning me against the wall of the cave with his back. He had my wrists and was tying them together with the ripped cloth.
I tried to pull my hands apart, but they wouldn’t move. And now they were tied.Around his body.
Vaughn turned back with victory in his eyes. “Get on your knees, or I’m going to put you there.”
I straightened to my full height. Hell, I went on my toes in defiance. He caught me, but I wouldn’t go down that easily.
His hands landed on my shoulders, and with one push, his strength overcame mine. My legs, weak as they were from running, buckled, skin scraping on the stone, my hands still bound around his legs. He widened them too, making sure they couldn’t move as he lazily undid his belt. All that was left of the skirt were filmy scraps clinging to my legs.
