Page 51 of Found In Destruction

“What? No–”

“Um, yes. Red invaded this compound without warning multiple times. This location is compromised now, Diana.” The fact that Az was using her given name made her shut up and listen. “If you had faded back in the middle of a full on battle, that’s a safety risk. We need to know where you are at all times. Do you understand how integral you are to defeating him? How many people depend on you?”

She went from a raging little hellfire to a somber smolder. “Yes…” She had the good sense to look guilty, but I still felt her defiance radiating through the room. She couldn’t fool me, and she didn’t actually grasp how dire the situation was.

“Remember when Nonna got captured? How easy it was for Damon to just pluck her out of the casino mid fight?” I hated throwing that in her face, but she needed to understand.

“Yeah, but I can defend myself.” She tried to move again, and I settled on her, weighing her down into the mattress.

“Well, you seem pretty defenseless right now. And anything can happen when you’re caught off guard.” My shadows wrapped around her hands, bringing them together above her head. Her feet were bound together as well.

The crazy part was I had only imagined it in my mind for a split second–they did that on their own.

Her eyes went wide as they tightened around her. She had said my shadows felt cold to the touch, and I could only imagine how they felt when you didn’t see them coming. “I’m sorry that I left without telling you. I felt like you’d both try to stop me.”

“Had you told us you were going, I would have gone with you. I always cave for you, you know that.” Az’s disappointed expression did her in. I finally felt her remorse.

“I don’t feel like you’re very sorry for your actions. I think you’re a spoiled brat who needs to learn the hard way. You’ve gotten used to us groveling at your feet and you need to be reminded that I love you, but it’s a tough love, dollface.”

Her big, blue puppy dog eyes swung to Zaz, and she pouted, like I was being so unfair.

“Don’t you even try it,” he said. For such a laid back guy, Az had a little bit of a disciplinarian streak.

I can work with this.

I used my shadows to roll Diana over, taking her clothes off with the snap of my fingers and leaving her nude, ass up. If I could picture perfection, her ass would be it—a perfectly ripe peach. What I loved most about it was the way it jiggled after a perfectly landed slap.

“Can you levitate her off the bed for a moment?” I asked Zaz. He lifted her and I sat on the bed. Without asking, he lowered her right over my lap. “Do you understand what you did?” By the time I was done with her, she’d fully understand how life choices led to this very moment.

“Yes, I made a bad decision,” she gritted out. She struggled against the shadows binding her, and I was surprised she hadn’t figured out how to free herself from them yet.

I slapped her left ass cheek, then her right. Her sharp gasp sounded through the room, and my horns broke free at the sight of my red handprint blooming across her skin like an angry, red wildflower.

“I love that sound. Do it again?” he asked as he leaned back, settling in for the show. The outline of his dick pressed against his jeans. He smirked when he caught me looking.

“I understand!” she shouted, trying to roll off my lap. My shadow wrapped around her waist, catching her and holding her in place.

I spanked her again between her cheeks, making her gasp. “I know you do, but actions have consequences. And it’s been a long time since you’ve laid across my lap. This is my favorite position to see you in, dollface.”

“I’d have to disagree, it’s my second favorite,” Az said, as if he’d given this some thought. “I like it better when she’s on her knees, looking up at me with that deceptively sweet face.”

He made a good point. I did love seeing her on her knees. I kept spanking her, alternating where each blow would land so she’d be unable to anticipate it. Her gasps eventually turned into moans, her body melting into mine instead of fidgeting. I felt her arousal drip onto my thigh.

“Hm, this is supposed to be a punishment, but you’re soaked.” My hands found the apex between her thick thighs, silently praising her for parting them the little she could. I stroked her lips a few times, then slid a finger inside her. She was so warm and wet, and knowing I made her that way brought me close to losing the little control I had over myself right now.

“Anything to say for yourself before we leave?” Az asked her.

We’re leaving?The fuck we were!

No, but I’m in the mood to hear her beg us, don’t ruin this,he replied.

“I’m sorry! I made a rash, dumb decision and put myself in unnecessary danger. You’re both right, and I won’t do it again.” She tried to work my finger deeper inside her, but we both knew it wasn’t enough. “Please don’t leave.”

“You’re precious. Give us a reason not to leave,” Az purred. Fuck, that tone of voice got me just as badly as her begging did. Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes had a dark side and it was coming out to play.

“Let me go, and I will,” she promised.

I obliged, and she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide in front of Zaz. She touched his zipper and he cleared his throat, stopping her dead in her tracks.

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