Page 89 of Queen of Spades

“Yeah, you’re right. Things could have been different. We all could have died,” I growl as my stomach churns uncomfortably. I’ve spent a lot of time lamenting the past, but hindsight is twenty-twenty. It could have gone much worse. Or maybe I’m a selfish motherfucker because, ultimately, she’s the only person I couldn’t process losing. “Those guys I hit outside before coming in for you could have wiped out all of us instead. Do I wish things could have been different? Yes, but that’s not possible.”

“I know,” she says, still fighting my hold.

“You shot me.” Stabilizing her on my forearm, I pull up her dress with my other hand.

Goddamn.

She’s got a fantastic ass.

Her slick cunt wiggles as she shimmies her hips side to side, and a feral growl escapes my chest.

Motherfucker.

This might be a problem, I realize as the fog slams into me.

Chapter Thirty

Annika

Kane bounces his hand against my ass in quick but painful smacks.

“No warm-up?”

“Only good girls get eased into spankings,” he growls. He holds me up with a forearm around my pelvis, and when I wiggle just right, I can get a little friction on my clit. My entire body pulses with heat as my blood rushes to my head.

He’s really not fucking around with the stinging slaps.

Grady loves sexy spankings, which I think made me believe I was more hardcore than I really am.

This is nothing like that.

“Ouch,” I grumble. “That actually hurts.” If I wasn’t holding myself up, I’d smack his hand away.

“That’s the point, princess.”

“If you had come in with me that day, then I probably would have trusted you,” I snap as my fingers dig into the fake grass, and I realize I almost made it off the blanket. “It looked shady as fuck.”

“It did, but you shot me after I explained what happened.” Kane gets extra sadistic, landing multiple painful spanks in the same spot right where my ass meets my thigh.

“Yeah, well, I was pissed.” My eyes fall shut. It takes a long few seconds, but my body immediately transfers the pain to intense pleasure. It makes me feel a little guilty because I really do deserve his wrath, but it’s not like I can control my reaction. Though, I do hope it helps him let go of any lingering resentment.

Kane continues to pepper my backside with stinging slaps. He doesn’t even offer any teasing caresses to my aching core.

A ridiculously loud moan escapes, but when my eyes open, everything is fuzzy. “Can you just put me over your lap? I’m starting to see spots.”

“Shit.” He hits his knees, lowering my bottom half with him. “Holy fuck, you’re soaked.” He slides two thick fingers down my lower lips.

It makes me shiver. I can’t wait to see what comes next. “Mm-hmm.”

He releases me to tug off his shirt, tossing it aside. His hands brush my hip as he works on getting his belt off and his jeans open.

No matter how badly my vagina is convinced I need to feel him inside me, I still don’t want to make it too easy on him. Pushing off with my tiptoes and elbows, I use them to try to crawl over him, but my head is still reorienting to being level.

I kind of roll off of his lap and start to army crawl away.

Kane growls, tackling me. His forearm ends up next to my head as his weight pushes me into the ground. “You’re a stubborn pain in the ass.”

“Sometimes,” I agree as his sticky cock bounces around my ass. My dress has ridden up around my hips, and I get a little concerned as his knee bumps mine apart. My core clenches around nothing as my perfume floods the air.

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