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Hey Princess,
I heard about your accident. I’m sure whoever laid hands on you will be properly punished. In fact, I canguaranteeit.
This incident has only confirmed that I will need to keep an even closer eye on you. If anything were to happen to you, I couldn’t go on living. You are my whole world.
No one else matters.
All my love,
Your Prince
A shiver races up my spine as I re-read, immediately noting that while I’ve received emails from this sender before now—and often joked about it with Mom and my friends—the sender has never taken on such a tone before.
It’s enough that I slam my laptop shut, leaving it on the kitchen counter. All desire to check the rest of the folder has disappeared, and suddenly I’m itching for a shower.
To wash away the paint that spatters my clothes, or the lingering effect of that email on my psyche, I’m not sure. All I know is that maybe it’s time to take these messages seriously.
I’m sure whoever laid hands on you will be properly punished.
Nodding resolutely as I step beneath the shower head, I vow to tell Ford, and maybe he’ll be able to figure out who’s sending them.
Because, following a message like that, alongside the fact I’ve recently been assaulted at my own damn house, I’m not leaving anything to chance.
CHAPTER14
VAUGHN
I wake with a jolt, a whisper of my dream trickling into my conscious mind as I re-live the events of the previous evening.
* * *
“You’re practicallybeggingto be fucked. I can smell how wet your cunt is right now, little bird.”
Wren arches into my touch, and my cock throbs against her abdomen.
“You like my hands on you, don’t you?”
“No, Cactus. I damn well don’t—”
She moans as I tap her ass with the flat of my palm, taunting her and myself with each exquisite brush against her delicate skin. With every word spat through my clenched teeth, knowing that she’s fucking lying.
“Tell. The. Truth.”
The pad of my middle finger brushes over her soaked excuse for panties, and my cock strains desperately against my pants when Wren cries out.
“Oh my God, Vaughn. Touch me,please.”
Her demand almost has me throwing her to the bed and fucking her to within an inch of her life, promise or no promise. Instead, I spew venomous words designed to inflict maximum pain.
“You’d need to work harder if that’s what you’re looking for…and I’m not into touching brats like you.”
And then something makes me walk away.
Something I don’t recognize, and I’m not altogether sure I like, but whatever it is, it drives me from her room straight to mine.
