Oh. My. God.
I lay reeling on Vaughn’s bed as he finishes peeling my clothes off. My head is spinning, my body aches with a deep, sweet pleasure like nothing I’ve ever known.
That was the most amazing, mind-blowing, raw animal sex of my life.
“What changed your mind?”
Vaughn’s voice comes, pulling me out of the afterglow. I lift my head, that’s all I can manage. He’s at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with a hungry stare. To my disbelief, I can see his cock already getting hard.
Again?
I’m sore and aching, I’ve never been taken so roughly in my life. But still, the thought of him burying himself inside me sends a new wave of desire rippling through my body.
“You’ve been pushing me away for weeks,” Vaughn teases. He grips my ankles, yanking my thighs apart and smirking at the view. “Why did you show up here tonight? Couldn’t live without my dick a single minute more?”
He traces his hands up my thighs, and strokes up, across my clit. I gasp at the pained pleasure. “Too soon.” I try to stop him, but he moves my hand aside.
“Your body can handle it,” he tells me with a dark grin. “You don’t know it yet, but you can come a dozen times over, and still be ready for more.”
I fall back on the bed. He strokes again, softer, sliding his fingers around my slick nub until I’m writhing. “So, talk to me,” he insists.
It takes a moment to remember he asked me a question. “Vaughn,” I whimper. “I don’t... I can’t think when you do that.”
“Try harder.”
I take a deep breath, trying desperately to keep it together while he strokes my clit in a dizzying rhythm. “I found out something,” I manage to say. “Something that made me realize, I didn’t want to wait.”
He slides two fingers inside me, and I yelp, arching up against his hand.
“What was it?”
I gasp for air. Vaughn crawls over my body, lowering his mouth to suck on a nipple. I squeak at the sharp pleasure, bucking against his mouth. “Answer me,” he demands, amusement in his eyes. “Remember the rules. You give me everything I want, or I punish you.”
I moan. God, I love it when he punishes me.
As if reading my mind, he takes one tight bud between his teeth and nips hard. Ouch! I shriek. “And I promise you, baby, it won’t be so fun as the last time.”
He nips my nipple again, and I cry out at the delicious pain. “OK, OK, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you everything.”
He sits back, letting me get my head together. His fingers are still stroking between my thighs, sending ripples of pleasure through my body, but he goes slow, waiting for my answer.
I gulp for air, and try to function. “You know that client of mine, Ashcroft?” I ask.
Vaughn’s hand stills. “What about him?” he asks, in a low voice.
“Well, I didn’t tell you, but when he died, he left everything to me.” I pause, seeing his jaw clench. I know, he doesn’t want this getting personal. He’s made it clear he’s not interested in talking, but he asked -- and for some reason, I find I want to confide in him.
I’ve carried all this alone since it happened. Justine doesn’t get it, but I remember, Vaughn lost his father too. Maybe he can understand how this news has turned my life upside down.
I take a breath and continue. “We didn’t know why he put me in the will, but they had a DNA test done. It turns out, he’s my father. Ashcroft was my dad.”
Vaughn releases me. He gets to his feet, turning away from me. I feel a lurch of regret.
“Why are you telling me this?” Vaughn demands. He turns back, and I can see, there’s a weird tension in his eyes. “What’s this about?”
“Nothing,” I reply, confused. I reach for the blanket, trying to cover myself up. “You asked what happened, and I’m telling you. Finding out about Ashcroft, it changed everything. I realized, I didn’t want to let you slip out of my life the way he did. I never knew my real father, it made me think, what else I didn’t want to miss out on when I had the chance.”
Vaughn’s expression relaxes, just a little.
“You didn’t know you were his kid?” he demands.
I shake my head. “Never. It turns out, my mom had a relationship with him before she even met my dad. They broke up right around the time she got pregnant. I guess he never wanted me around.”
I look down, feeling the sting of rejection for the first time. I didn’t have time to think about this part: how Ashcroft could pretend like I didn’t exist for over twenty years.
I’m surprised when Vaughn moves to sit beside me on the bed. “Hey, it’s OK,” he tells me, placing a gentle hand on my arm. “You’re better off this way. Some people just go through life wreaking havoc and destruction. They don’t care about the mess they leave behind.”
I look into his eyes, and wonder if he’s talking about his father. A suicide like that, it must have destroyed him as a young boy.
“So Ashcroft left you everything?” Vaughn exhales.
I nod, self-conscious. “I still don’t understand it, but yes. The company, estate, it’s all mine.”
“What are you going to do?”
I give a helpless shrug. “I don’t know. The company headquarters are in New York. I guess I should go out there, figure out how everything works. And I should meet his adopted kids again, face to face. Maybe I can make them see, I’m not trying to take anything away from them. But... I’m scared,” I admit. “This is so big, I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it all on my own.”
Vaughn’s grip on my shoulder tightens. “You won’t be alone,” he says suddenly. I look, and find a fierce look in his eyes, something dark and determined.
“I’m going with you.”