Page 59 of The Good Girl

“A vampire’s what now?” Capone asks, choking on a laugh.

“What the fuck is happening? I’m so confused,” someone else says among the laughter.

Havoc stalks toward me, his face blank, but I don’t miss the look that flashes in his eyes.

“Oops,” I whisper, backing up a little.

I don’t get far, not with the table behind me.

“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job, Nevaeh?” Uh-oh… he used my name.

“No. I would never do that.” I say quickly, shaking my head. “I’m just saying it’s not Hoops’ fault.”

He leans down over me, his nose skimming mine. “So you’re saying Hoops didn’t do anything wrong, it’s all on you?”

“Yes. No––wait, what?”

“Hoops,” Havoc calls out without taking his eyes off me. “You’re on clean-up duty, which includes the bathrooms, until further notice. You can thank my old lady that you’re not being dragged into the ring as well since this is all her fault and all. You should say thank you.”

“Thank you, Nevaeh,” Hoops shouts.

“I didn’t say it was my?—”

I squeal when I’m picked up and tossed over his shoulder yet again. A round of whistles follows when they get a glimpse of my underwear before Havoc growls and threatens to rip everyone’s eyes out if they don’t stop looking at my ass.

“Put me down, you big oaf!” I smack his back as he carries me out of the room and upstairs.

He doesn’t say anything to me, which makes me even madder. I try to wiggle free as soon as we are inside his room, but he holds on tight until he sits on the bed and flips me over so I’m lying across his lap.

“Havoc, let me go!”

His hand slides over my panties before he yanks them down, holding me in place with one hand before,whack, he smacks my ass hard with the other.

“You put yourself in danger.”

Whack.

“You deliberately left your guard. And got him in trouble.”

Whack.

My ass feels like it’s on fire, heat radiating across my cheeks.

Whack.

“Do you know what it would do to me if something happened to you?”

Whack.

“I’m sorry, okay! I’m sorry!” I shout, feeling tears drip down my cheeks. I’m not sure why I’m crying. Sure, the spanking stings, but it doesn’t hurt, per se. I’m more embarrassed than anything, being treated like a naughty kid.”

“Sorry for what, cupcake?”

He smacks me again, making me cry out.

“For everything!” I sob, the words spilling out before I can think. “I’m sorry for leaving my guard, I’m sorry for puttingmyself in danger, and I’m sorry for hurting you. I didn’t think. It won’t happen again.”

He rubs his hand gently over my ass to soothe it, his thumb slipping between my legs to press against my clit.

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