Blood Rites: (Royal Blood #3) by Amity Cross Page A

things.
    “I’m not scared,” I murmured. “I’m…curious.”
His eyes narrowed and I could see his thoughts ticking over a mile
a minute. “I heard you on the phone.”
    Vaughn seemed to pale some and climbed onto
the bed. He pushed me back onto the pillows, covering my body with
his, lowering his lips toward mine. “Then know that I won’t let
anything happen to you, Lorelei.”
    He wasn’t denying it. He was into something
bad. Something dangerous…
    I gazed into his eyes and thought that I
might see all his secrets etched in his irises. “Are the things
they say about you true?”
    He frowned before lowering his lips to my
breast. “If you were worried the rumors were all true, then you
wouldn’t have come into the monster’s lair, would you now?” He
sucked on my nipple, tugging gently with his teeth. “You take me as
a smart girl, Lorelei. Am I right?” He latched onto my other nipple
and repeated his slow torture.
    I gasped, wriggling underneath him, that
ache in my core beginning to flare into life once more.
    “You do know,” I moaned, “that you can get a
woman to agree to anything in our current position?”
    I felt his lips curve into a smile against
my skin.
    “ I’m good with words.” He kissed
me between my breasts. “I have to be, in my line of
work.”
    “I know that I feel something when I’m with
you.” He stilled his movements at my words, his lips hovering over
my heart. “I know that I like it, whatever ‘it’ is. I know that I
want to keep doing it…”
    “Even knowing that I might be all kinds of
wrong for you?” he asked, returning his gaze to mine.
    “You’re into something bad, aren’t you?”
    He didn’t reply, but I could
feel the tension in his body. He was hiding something from me.
Until now, he’d shown me the face the outside world wanted to see.
The financier, the powerful mogul, the young man with aspirations
to run a company…the playboy womanizer. There was more to Sebastian
Vaughn than met the eye. There was something…dark about
him.
    “This isn’t a game,” he said firmly. “You
and I.”
    I nodded slowly, my lips parting in a sigh.
“I’ve been good all my life,” I whispered, totally under his spell.
“It’s time to be bad, Mr. Vaughn.”
    I pushed my hands down the back of his
boxers, moving the material down and cupped his ass, digging my
fingernails into his skin. His mouth met mine and he kissed me
hard, our tongues stroking, twining, massaging in an erotic
dance.
    My hands moved and he lifted off me
slightly, giving me access and I took it. His length was in my palm
and I began feeling every inch of him, from root to tip, exploring
and pleasuring as I went. Vaughn moaned deeply into my mouth before
tearing his lips away.
    “You’re such a surprise, Lorelei,” he
murmured, his breathing quickening.
    “Am I?” I asked, circling my thumb across
the head of his cock, massaging his pre-cum into his skin.
    He fumbled in his bedside drawer and
produced a condom, before kneeling back and rolling it over his
erection. He stared down at my nakedness as he stroked himself and
sucked on his bottom lip. Fuck, he was so…carnal.
    Pushing my legs open with his
palms he covered my body with his, guiding himself to my opening.
As he sank into me, he let out a sigh, his body quivering against
mine. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
    He filled me so deeply and
pressed against my sensitive clit so hard, that I almost came.
“ Vaughn .”
    “I feel it too,” he murmured. Then he pulled
out and thrust hard, our bodies coming together in a blaze of
heat.
    He took me hard and fast,
whatever had gotten him so worked up on the phone forgotten. He was
working his frustrations out on my body and it felt too good to be
annoyed by it. After our interlude in the limo and subsequent
fucking all night, after he took the rest of my willpower, he could
touch me however he wanted, as long as I came.
    He never slowed his pace and
soon I was