The Seduction 2(11)

How good he tasted.

Vaughn guides my hand, massaging him through the fabric. I know he expects me to pull away, scolding again, but I feel a surge of rebellion.

I close my hand around him and stroke.

Vaughn makes a strangled noise.

I bite back a smile, and explore some more. Light, teasing strokes along the length of him, swirling my fingertips over the outline of his shaft.

“Damn, baby...” Vaughn growls. “Harder. Fuck.”

I increase the pressure, finding a rhythm, then pull back again. I scratch my nails lightly down the inside of his thigh, and Vaughn slams on the brakes.

I lurch forwards in my seat with a cry.

Red light.

Vaughn turns to look at me, heavy-lidded with lust. “What the fuck are you playing at? You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Me? Nothing,” I recover and give him a teasing smile. “I’m just giving you incentive. Behave this evening, and maybe it’ll be worth your while.”

Vaughn’s eyes narrow. His smile turns steely as the lights change and he puts the car in drive. “You should be careful what you wish for, baby. You don’t want me to behave.”

“Maybe I do,” I reply.

“I don’t think so. Because if I was behaving, I wouldn’t tell you that I’m going to fuck you over the hood of this car.”

My thighs clench.

Vaughn smirks. “See? You like me bad. Because if you couldn’t blame me for corrupting you, you might have to face the truth.”

“And what truth is that?” I retort.

He pulls over suddenly, yanking my hand from his crotch and pulling me in so I’m staring straight in his eyes.

“You’re filthy,” he whispers softly.

I flush.

“You want it hard, you want it deep, and you want to beg for mercy.” Vaughn’s eyes never leave mine. They see through me, to all the dark fantasies I’ve been hiding inside.

“You forget, I’ve seen you on your hands and knees, my handprint branding you, my cum dripping off your lips. This good girl bullshit is just an act. Inside that innocent shell, there’s a wild beast just waiting to be let free.”

“You’ve never met a man up to the challenge,” Vaughn continues. “Well, I’m not like the others. I’m going to push every boundary that you’ve got until you’re screaming for mercy. I’m going to tame you, baby. I’m going to break you apart.”

He looks past me, his intense stare breaking into a smile. “But first, I’m going to buy you dinner.”

My head is still reeling when my door suddenly opens. It’s the valet, reaching to help me out of the car.

We’re here.

Be careful what you wish for.

I stumble to my feet, inhaling a lungful of cool night air. Vaughn casually climbs out and tosses him the keys, striding for the front entrance.

I don’t know how he can be so cool and collected. My body is aching. My legs feel weak. I’m still caught up in the wicked promise of his words -- and the fierce determination in his stare.

He’s not fucking around. He means every single word.

“Shall we?” Vaughn holds out his arm, a smug look on his face like he knows exactly how flustered I’m feeling. I refuse to give him the satisfaction, so I force myself together and reach to tuck my hand in the crook of his elbow, following him inside -- trying my hardest not to trip on my heels.

The restaurant is beautiful, a classy French place I’ve read about before. Apparently, it takes weeks to get a reservation here, and I can see why. There’s a pretty courtyard filled with candlelit tables, and everyone here looks like they just stepped out the pages of a fashion magazine. I even spot a Hollywood star in the corner, with a girl half his age.

“Table for two,” Vaughn informs the hostess, who practically drools all over him.

“Right this way,” she breathes, sliding her hand along his arm as she guides him ahead of her.

I feel like yanking her away. I’m standing right here!

She leads us to a table on the edge of the courtyard, set with white linens and antique-looking silverware. “If there’s anything you need, you just let me know,” the hostess adds, making sure to lean over to give us an eyeful of her cleavage. “Anything at all.”

Vaughn ignores her, pulling out a chair for me. I sit down, aware of the looks coming in our direction. Every woman in the place is checking him out -- and sending me a glare of jealousy.

I sit up straighter, and flash one of the blonde bitches a bright smile.

That’s right, ladies. He’s with me.

“We’ll take a bottle of the Cristal,” Vaughn instructs the sommelier. I catch a glimpse of the wine list and try not to pass out. That’s a five hundred dollar bottle of champagne!