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V A U G H N

The man grunts when I press my knee over his chest as I reach for his mask. Behind us, Claire stands as quietly as a stone.

The moment Rose told me she couldn't find Claire, I rushed here only to see my sister crying as she held Claire's bag tightly in her shivering hands. I asked her to go to the car while David and I started searching at different ends. Fortunately, I found her just in time.

The man tries to reach for his knife but I shove it away from within the reach of his hand. When I face him again, he uses my momentary distraction to pick up a stone from the ground and hurl it toward my face.

A shearing pain grapples me and he pushes me off him, toppling me to the ground. I groan in pain and when I open my eyes, he has disappeared.

Fucking bastard!

I get up, intending to follow his muddy footsteps but then decide against it. I turn around quickly and my eyes fall on Claire.

She is looking at me with a terrified look in her eyes. She trembles as the rain drenches her. Droplets fall down her long lashes as she takes a step toward me.

"Claire." I move forward. "Are you okay?"

I extend a hand towards her and she looks at my hand, then at me. Before I know it, she rushes towards me and collides hard with my body. Her arms wrap themselves around my waist and she presses her head to my chest, hugging me like she would never let go.

I freeze, unable to move at all as I feel her heart beating rhythmically against mine. I hear her sobs and it paralyzes me. I put my shaking arms around her, keeping her close and letting her cry her heart out.

"Shh...it's okay, Claire." I trail my hand through the long length of her hair. My fingers get tangled up in her wet strands but I don't care. I only care that she is safe. "You're safe. You're safe..."

I press my lips to the crown of her head and keep repeating the words again and again.

***

Hours later, Claire finally gets the chance to take a shower after the cops take her statement, and Mom and Rose try their best to comfort her. She hasn't spoken a single word to me ever since the incident and her tears have dried up.

"What kind of mask was it?" my private investigation officer inquires over the phone as I sit on the bed and give him the details.

My bedroom hasn't changed the least bit even though it has been a day since Claire moved in with me. It is still my lonely, grey-walled room with a guitar hanging on the wall near the walk-in closet, a stereo and a TV, and a bed in the center with silky white sheets.

Claire hasn't touched anything and it makes me feel a pang in my heart.

There should have been changes. She hasn't even unpacked her luggage.

I withdraw my eyes from the bathroom door where Claire is cleaning herself off the attacker's touch. She has been there for an hour already.

"I don't know what it's called. It was something like..."

"An Arlecchino mask." Claire's voice makes me look at the bathroom door again and I find her standing outside, changed into a white nightgown.

Her eyes are still bloodshot with the tears she spilled before and the towel in her hand is quivering as she looks at me.

"An Arlecchino mask," I repeat over the phone, keeping my eyes on Claire.

"Hmm..." the officer hums. "I have taken note of the important details. If I need any other information, I'll let you know. I wanted to call personally to see if all the details were correct. Thank you for your time, Mr. Jackson."

"Okay."

I cut the call and put the phone on the bedside table, watching Claire as she walks like a ghost toward the bed, dropping the towel on the floor.

Her hair is wet and it sticks to her face, droplets dancing down her chest, making me avert my eyes when they move down her cleavage. She sits on the edge of the bed with her eyes fixed on the floor.

She has been like this for hours now and the blankness in her expression makes me want to shove a knife down the attacker's throat.

I sigh as I get up from the bed and walk towards her. She doesn't look up at me when I come to stand in front of her.

"Claire?"

"He tried to kill me," she responds with a quavering note, still not looking up. "I...was going to die."

I crouch down and put my hands on her bare knees.

"Claire, look at me," I say and she does. Her blue eyes have unshed tears hidden within.

I swear I will find that man and make him pay.

"The cops will catch him. You don't have to worry anymore."

Silence stays between us for seconds as she looks at my hands on her knees.

"I'm sorry," she whispers after a long time, much to my surprise.

"What?"

She meets my eyes again. "I'm so sorry that I called you a murderer. That man...that man today...he was one..." she exhales with a sob. "I...you aren't like him. I'm so sorry...please...please forgive me."

Fresh tears escape her eyes and they tug at a string of my heart. I put a hand on her cheek as she continues to sob and tremble.

"Claire..."

"I would...have been dead," she keeps crying.

"You're safe," I say softly, my lips close to hers and she is silenced instantly as she notices our proximity.

I steal a glance at her plump lips and she follows my actions. Right now, she looks so fragile, so innocent that it makes me realize how much I hate the man who tried to take her away from me today.

That bastard will regret even laying a hand on her.

I move closer and hear her breath hitch as she pulls her feet up on the bed, her hands moving to the collar of my T-shirt.

"Vaughn..." The words die at her lips as I capture them with mine.

I kiss her, hard and fast, tasting the fresh taste of her. She smells of soap and lavender, making me trail my tongue out to caress hers in a swift motion. She moans into my mouth, snaking her hands around my neck, pulling me closer to her.

I slide a hand under her knee, pushing her further into the bed as I climb up. I lean down until she is trapped against my body and lying on her back. She kisses me fervently and I feel the warmth of her hot tears against my cold cheeks.

I push my fingers between the thick mess of her hair, my fingers grazing her wet scalp and it makes her groan loudly. My cock is already hard and I can feel it poking against her inner thigh but I am in control of my instincts.

Tonight, it is Claire who needs me.

"Vaughn," she gasps my name when I let go of her lips whilst trailing my fingers up her leg.

Her skin glides smoothly under my touch and I see the heavy rise and fall of her chest as she looks at me, anticipating.

I look into her eyes as I slide my hand between her legs. She stops me from moving further up by shutting her legs together. I wait for a second and just as I presumed, her legs part again and a small smirk claims my lips.

"Claire..." I whisper, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her. "You're safe with me, I promise."

She gives a low 'hmm' in response when my fingers find the waistband of her underwear. She is soaking wet for me. The material sticks to her sex like a second skin, making me release a deep growl at the feeling. I touch her between her legs through her underwear, rubbing at her clit, and she pushes herself closer to my hand seeking the sensation.

She will regret this tomorrow but tonight, I will make sure to get her back to her old self.

I can't see her like this. I need my enemy beloved back.

I hook a finger at the waistband of her lacy underwear and slide the soaking material down her legs. I let it drop to the floor and claim her lips again, kissing her roughly while my hand reaches back to its territory.

My fingers touch her bare clit and she whimpers when I trail my knuckles over her slit, urging her lust.

"Vaughn..." she moans into my mouth and I smile.

"What do you want, Claire?" I ask, sticking my tongue out and sucking at her jaw. She tastes so good everywhere — like a good combination of winter whisky and monsoon rain.

"I want..."

I repeat the action of teasing her with my knuckles again, making her buck her hips.

"Yes, Claire?"

"Please..." she begs, digging her nails into my shoulders, leaving scratches behind.

I will have enough time to torture her some other day but for tonight, I am hers.

I thrust a finger inside her and she cries out, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. I pull out and thrust back in, curling my fingers in an upward position such that the tips of my fingers are touching her walls. She moans, panting loudly when I pull out again and thrust two fingers in this time.

She clenches around me. Her tightness is so funking enticing, so fucking untouched. I can't wait for the day when she gives in to me and lets me claim her for real. I rub her bundle of nerves in a circular motion with my thumb while continuing to thrust inside her slick opening. Her moans and cries of pleasure fill the room as I pleasure her.

She is so mesmerizing. So beautiful. So mine.

My cock aches inside my pants seeing her this way. Sweat beads decorate her hairline as her neck tilts back, her eyes closing with her lips parted. Her tits bounce against my chest and I feel the urge to bite a nipple.

I trail my mouth down her throat while my fingers continue with their explicit acts between her legs. She moves her hands to my hair, gripping it tightly in fists when I free her tits from the constraints of her nightgown and they greet my eyes. Taking a perky nipple between my teeth, I suck hard, using my other hand to palm the other tit which isn't in my mouth softly, until I can hear her crying out my name again.

"Vaughn," she pants as her walls tighten around my fingers and I know that she is close.

"Let go, baby." I bring my face back up and brush my lips over hers. "I'm here...you're safe. Just let go."

She does with one final thrust of my fingers and I relish the feel of her wet juices drenching my hand. I continue thrusting inside her all through her release and her eyes roll backward, her back arching as she lets go of all the worries of tonight.

Minutes later, her body relaxes and I pull my fingers out of her as she opens her eyes to look at me. Her eyelids flutter with sleep as she continues panting hard. I bring my fingers, coated with her juices, to my mouth and suck them while keeping my eyes locked on hers. She licks her lips as I taste her divine sweetness on my tongue. The next time, it will be my mouth between her legs.

I lie down beside her and pull her back to my chest, cuddling her close to me.

"Sleep, Claire," I murmur, planting a kiss on the crown of her head and she closes her eyes quietly.

...and dream of me.


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