Page 65 of Queen of Spades

She leans in close to my side as we hit the end of the sidewalk. This rest area has two open-air entrances without doors and one in the middle with a family bathroom sign.

“Which one?” I ask, nodding to the options.

She steps out from under my arm and around in front of me. “It’s important.”

My eyes narrow. “I already told you, you’re not allowed to break up with me.”

Her hand moves to her mouth, and I dislike the way it shakes as she pulls down her bottom lip.

I’m normally very good at faking, but my chest gets tight at the sight of Ward’s fucking bondmark.

That motherfucker.

I thought she smelled so strongly of him because of all the sex.

My heart thumps against my ribcage.

He played dirty, and the worst part is, I won’t even be able to kill him now. A severed bond is agony for the living members.

No matter how pissed off I am, I’d never cause her to suffer that much.

My hand still flies up, wrapping around her throat. I don’t apply much pressure, but when I push, she instantly backs up. We don’t stop until her back rests against the wall next to the family bathroom door.

I rip it open with my free hand and guide her through.

“I guess you were in a fuck around and find out kind of mood. Huh, Anni Girl?” I growl, walking her until her back slams into the far wall as the door shuts behind us. “You’re playing with fire.”

Her pupils are huge as they meet mine, but the look of fear on her face only spurs me on. I release her throat to spin her around to face the wall before bringing both her hands up.

“Keep them here, and don’t make me tell you twice,” I warn, working on my belt and moving to undo my jeans.

“I didn’t bond Ward to hurt you,” she whispers, shaking her head.

That’s the thing.

It really goddamn stings.

I’ve loved this woman since before she even knew I was watching her. Okay, some might consider that obsession, but my system works differently than others. If I wasn’t intrigued by her, then I would have felt nothing. That would have been bad for her long-term survivability chances.

I flip up her dress and rip her panties off by tearing each side of the string-bikini style she’s wearing before shoving them in my jeans pocket.

“Is that right?” I growl next to her ear.

“You know I love you.” She peeks at me over her shoulder with her brow furrowed.

I curse, yanking my cock out of my jeans and jerking it against her ass cheek. “You fucking better. You’re mine!” My vision actually goes red, and everything gets blurry.

Fuck me.

Is this that alpha rage everyone always talks about? I honestly never cared deeply enough about anything to experience it. Not until Annika. Even when Ranger tossed me in his basement, I found it more amusing and inconvenient than anything.

“I bet my piercings in your tight little ass with no lube would make you scream,” I growl, biting her neck. Her hair is in the way, but I bring my free hand up to move it aside. My teeth dig into her flesh without breaking the skin. “If I was feeling generous, I’d use his cum. Too bad I’m not.”

Anni gasps, shoving her hips back. “I won’t apologize for claiming an alpha that I want as mine, but I will say I’m sorry I didn’t let you bond me years ago.”

My cock dribbles pre-cum all over her luscious ass at her words. I run my thumb down the row of piercings and squeeze the fuck out of my shaft.

“You should have,” I growl, moving my boot to kick her feet wider apart. She complies by shoving her ass back. With her legs spread, I can see a peek of her cum-soaked cunt.

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