Page 18 of Queen of Spades

I wasnotdamaged.

If they thought that, they could fucking burn, just like Douglas would. I splashed cold water on my face, jumping when a fist pounded on the door. “Kitten, let us in,” Anders’ voice called out. I stiffened and walked to the door, swinging it open and glaring at the two men waiting outside.

“What happened?” Anders asked coolly, and I crossed my arms over my chest, holding myself together.

“I’m so sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Jesse signed quickly, and I groaned because Anders’ eyebrows immediately shot up with interest.

“What did you do, Pretty Boy?” Anders glowered, and Jesse glared right back at him.

“Nothing,” I snapped, feeling more than a little embarrassed right now. “Just drop it, it’s fine. My mistake,” I signed—for Jesse’s benefit—brushing past them both andheading downstairs. I could hear them hot on my heels, and I slid into the kitchen, looking for a place where I could hide from all of these goddamnmen.

I headed downstairs, bypassing my old room, since it locked from the outside anyway. I wandered toward the room they called the gym and slipped inside, closing the door behind me. Finally alone, I took a deep, shuddering breath and pressed my palms against my eyes, willing the stupid tears to draw back inside my body.

Unbelievable.I still had the bruises that someone—maybe my own brother—gave to me. The last three weeks of my life were a missing chunk of time. I’ve lost the only thing that made me useful to anyone, but I was crying because a man I barely knew didn’t want to touch me. I let out a strangled laugh, realizing just how insane this all was.Why am I even here?I should’ve stayed with Wren and Sparrow. No idiot men there to send mixed signals and muddle my scrambled brain even further.

I stared at the boxing bag hanging in the corner, imagining it was Douglas, or Bill, or Sergio. Storming up toward it, I cocked my fist and swung with all my might. The chain jangled, but otherwise, the bag didn’t budge. I snarled and swung my fist again and again, my anger swelling as the bag remained stationary, mocking me, proving how powerless I was.

“FUCK!” I screamed, slamming both my hands and shoving the fucking thing as hard as I could, pounding on it with both fists. I hated them, every single one of those monsters who thought they could control my life.

“Baby, stop, please! You’re hurting yourself.” I let out a strangled cry, spinning around to survey the empty room.

“Leave me alone, Levy,” I bit out, rage and hot tears choking my words. Of course, he was here; there was always someone around to witness my pain in this godforsaken house.

“No, not when you’re like this,” he replied, and I glared at the room around me, clenching my fists.

“Stop hiding!” I snapped, a prickle of unease running up my spine.

“Make me,” he murmured back, definitely from the left of me. I lunged to the side, swinging out my fist and connecting with nothing but air. A strangled snarl curled off my tongue, frustration fuelling the rage until it was an inferno.

“You need to try harder than that,” he mused, and a strand of my hair shifted like he was tugging on it. I swore and swung out toward him, stumbling forward as my momentum carried me too far into the empty space.

“Fuck you!” I shouted into the room, breathing heavily. Fingers brushed my lower back, sending a jolt of panic straight to my bones. I kicked out my foot and connected with something solid. My victory was rewarded when I heard Levy’s grunt of pain, and I leapt toward it, catching him in the chest and toppling us both to the ground.

“Ha!” I yelled, smacking him in the chest. He faded into view, a bemused smile on his face as I smirked down at him, my chest heaving from the adrenaline coursing through me.

“That was great, baby,” he murmured, his hands running lightly up and down my thighs, staring up at me with his deep blue eyes. There it was again, that little tendril of heat curling around inside my core. I shifted slightly, rocking my hips, and I was rewarded with a soft growl, and I felt Levy stir and thicken underneath me.

“Are you going to kick me out now?” he asked, his voice rough. He was watching me closely, his hands resting on my hips, and I smirked, feeling reckless, needing something. Without a word, I leaned over him, tugging on his shirt, lifting it up and over his shoulders. Levy said nothing, obliging me by raising his arms up. Instead of pulling his shirt off completely, I twisted it up and around, using it to pin his hands together. Levy inhaled sharply, and the blue of his eyes was swallowed up by black as his bound hands fell back to the floor above his head.

“I’m going to touch you,” I told him, sliding back down to his hips. “No moving,” I warned him, dropping my voice to mimic the authoritative way Anders would speak to him. It sounded strange to my ears, my voice pitched lower, almost sultry. I was in control right now, I had all the power. It gave me a boost of confidence, letting me stoke the tiny flickersof desire that were traveling up and down my spine.

“Okay, baby, whatever you need,” he rasped. I tugged his sweatpants down his thighs, followed by his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking as it bobbed against his stomach. I stood and quickly shed my own panties, kicking them to the side, aware that his eyes never left me. A shiver of trepidation traveled up my spine as I straddled his thighs once more, and I let myself feel the nerves building in my stomach as I stared down at Levy.

“I’m in control,” I said out loud, reminding myself as I watched him. Levy nodded again, his fists clenching as he gripped the shirt wrapped around his wrists.

“You are, baby. You have all the power here,” he murmured, and my core clenched, the embers flaring to life inside me. I wrapped my hand around his length, making him groan as I squeezed softly. The sound sent a bolt of desire straight to my pussy. I brushed my thumb over the bead of precum forming on the tip, smearing it around and watching Levy writhe, eyes closed and his chest heaving with the effort to keep still.

“Eyes on me,” I ordered softly, and dark, lust blown pupils fixed on me once more. I smirked and leaned over, running my tongue up the length of his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his thighs clenching underneath mine. I continued to tease him, circling my tongue around his tip, licking another bead of pre-cum from his slit, the salty taste bursting across my tongue. I sat up to admire the strain on his face. His lips parted as he panted softly, twitching with every stroke of my fingers, every light squeeze. He made me feel so powerful. I’d brought this giant to the floor; he was putty in my hands even though he could tear me apart if he wanted. I gasped at the wave of pleasure that rolled through me, building in my spine and spreading down like wildfire. I clenched around nothing, the need to take him so strong my knees nearly buckled.

Is this what Anders enjoyed?This heady feeling of complete control over someone who wants you so badly?I could see how it could become addictive. My confidence was slowly overcoming my trepidation, letting my body relax and falling into something that felt very…right.

Raising up on shaking legs, I shifted my hips so I could drag the tip of Levy’s cock through the wet heat between my thighs, letting him feel what he was doing to me. The moan that escaped him was nearly feral. I used the head of his cock to tease my clit, whimpering as the burning in my core grew hotter, begging for more.

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” Levy rasped, his cock jumping in my hand, and I gave him a rough squeeze, running him up and down my slit. He was huge, and I had been hurt not long ago. I spasmed, feeling so empty I wanted to scream with rage.

“Wren said I tested clean,” I murmured, looking down at Levy, watching him carefully. The last thing I would do after what happened to me was coerce him into something he didn’t want. “I want this, do you?” I asked.

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