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He looks me up and down before his mouth lifts in a grin. “Though perhaps he’ll be the one in need of help.”
I’m almost at the top of the stairs when Vaughn opens the door of his office, his knowing eyes landing on me as he silently points inside. I arch a brow in question, but he just stabs the air again with his index finger.
Once I’ve crossed the threshold, he closes the door with a quietsnickand strides to the liquor cabinet by his desk to pour himself several fingers of amber liquid despite the early hour.
He downs it in one mouthful, pivoting to face me with an unrelenting stare that I match with one of my own. I’m the first to break the silence, stepping farther into the office.
“Glad to see you’ve gotten rid of the stench.” I wave my hand exaggeratedly in front of my face. “I could barely stomach it for the thirty seconds it took to douse the place.”
He watches me as I trail the tips of my fingers along his desk before sliding my ass over the edge to take a seat, one knee delicately crossed over the other.
“I’d apologize, but…” I trail off with a shrug, holding his inky stare as I inject every ounce of nonchalance I can muster into my next words. “Fucking with you is my favorite pastime, old man.”
Vaughn narrows his eyes at my ribbing, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he glares at me.
“Is that whatthisis, Wren?”
He gestures to my outfit with his refilled whisky tumbler.
“You’ve dressed like a whore tofuckwith me?”
I tip my chin in defiance. “Excuse you! This dress is Dolce and Gabbana.”
He quirks a brow.
“A whore with expensive taste is still a whore.” Then he swirls his whisky before taking a sip and setting it down beside the decanter at his back.
I narrow my eyes at his insult, even as I revel in his attention. “I’m free to wear whatever I choose,Mr. Burton. Your opinion has no—”
I slam to a halt when he crosses the space between us in two brisk strides, sliding his hand along my cheekbone to roughly grip a fistful of hair at the back of my neck.
He tugs forcefully, making me tip my head back so that he can pierce me beneath his dark stare. His eyes flit between mine as blood thunders through my veins, pooling heavily in my core.
“You see, little bird. If you walk around a place likethis—” He moves my head to the side, forcing my eyes to land on a blueprint map of Rogue that I’ve never seen before.
I rapidly note three distinctively separate areas broken down into the main club,Rapture, with two equally large main areas,RisquéandRavish,confined farther inside the heart of the building.
He forces my gaze back to his, drawing his free hand along my breasts and down my waist before settling on the curve of my ass as a shiver runs through me. “And you’re dressed likethis…”
Sliding his hands down along my bare thigh, he pushes my knees apart to fit his waist between my shamelessly parted legs. Then he tugs my hair as he places the flat of his palm over my breastbone, urging me back until I’m spread flat on the table.
He leans over me, his breathing matching mine in short pants as he disentangles his large palm from my hair to fit it around my exposed neck.
I can’t stop the wanton cry that spills from my lips as he squeezes lightly, his eyes darkening as they hold mine as their willing captive. My thighs tighten around his waist, and he pumps his hips, his obvious hardness hitting my aching clit deliciously. His free hand snakes up beneath my dress as the pressure around my throat increases enough that I know he’ll leave a mark.
The thought sends a thrill of delight through me, making my skin hum with anticipation, and I lift my hips, seeking more of that blissful friction. He palms my ass roughly, pumping against me once, twice, and my eyes roll back in my head as I whimper.
He leans over my body until his broad frame covers me entirely. My back arches, pressing my pebbled nipples against his broad chest, making me gasp at the sensations zinging through my whole body.
Mouth opening by my ear with a growl, he thrusts forward roughly. “Then you’ll be treated likethis.”
His tongue snakes out to skate over my earlobe as his cock hits my pulsing clit. I moan in sheer ecstasy as he repeats the motion, pulling back just enough so that his eyes are fixed firmly on mine.
Our breathing mingles as I force myself to hold his gaze. To meet his body, thrust for thrust. To savor the breach in the fortress that he’s built around himself, even if just for a fleeting moment.
“You wanted to tempt me into fucking you like a whore, is that it, little bird?”
He straightens to loom over me, even as his hips continue their exquisite thrusts, and I nod minutely, just as much as his hand locked around my throat will allow. His eyes are pitch black as he pierces me with them, as though he can see all the way inside of me. To places I had no idea were there before this moment.
