Page 47 of Queen Of WildCards

Itwas genius, really—we never kept the ammo and guns together, though they were in the same room, and it wasn't likely she could break a fingerprint scanner to open the drawer with clips stored neatly in rows behind her as she approached the pantry armory.So, if she took a gun,I'dknow we couldn't trust her.Ifshe even so much as put a hand on the fucking things,I'dsnap her neck before she got a chance to leave this room.

Iwouldn't leave this loose end dangling.Theguys could believe she'd snagged a gun and gotten the jump on me, if it helped them swallow the story of her escapeI'dpaint.Aftera while, they'd move on, the sexy therapist and her mind games gone for good.

Andgood riddance.

IfIdidn't get rid of her soon,I'dneed bigger fucking pants.

JustbecauseIwasn't willing to bend to her girlish charms, just becauseIwasn't cowed by her pleas and soft lips, didn't mean my cock didn't twitch at the delectable way her hip dipped before it flared out in that skirt she'd been wearing.Justbecause keeping her was dangerous, didn't mean my cock didn't fucking stand at attention when her hair brushed away from her throat and that creamy expanse bared itself in invitation, in submission.Andwhen her eyes flicked up to meet mine, big and shocked, with tears clinging to her lashes even as a different kind of moisture soaked her fucking panties—

Fuck.

Iforesaw a cold shower in my very near future.

Ihad to get ahold of myself beforeIlost control.

BeforeIdid somethingI'dregret.

Myattention turned back to the pantry armory asMissStantonshuffled in front of the gun display, her hands hesitant and shaking as she reached out to skim her fingertips along my personal weapon of choice—a .9mm with a jet black grip andAceengraved into the metal barrel.

Ithad been a gift fromJokerthe last time he fucked something up and needed to make amends.

"Sostunning," she muttered to herself, her fingers slowly curling around the damn thing asIwatched from my vantage point.Afew more inches, and she'd have it in her possession completely.Ifshe so much as stepped a single inch away from the doors with that gun, she was done for.

Iclenched my fists as my cock jumped in the soft satin of my sleep pants, the fabric doing not a damn thing to help the situation.Ibit back a groan and rolled my eyes.Theone timeIsplurged for comfort and luxury, and it came back to bite me in the ass.Becauseof course it did.

Herfingers clenched around the barrel as she turned the gun in her hands, studying it like it would bare secrets to her if she looked long enough, close enough.Amuffledhmmmescaped her lips as she cocked a hip and quirked a brow.Ihad her side view now, could see the deliberation in her eyes as she contemplated the choice she was about to make.

Ihadn't realizedIwas holding my breath until she turned back to the pantry with a sigh and set the gun back on the hook she'd found it nestled in.

You'vegotta be fucking kidding me.Igive this girl an out, and she refuses to take it.Whatkind of idiot—?

Irose like a silent predator, stalking over to her while managing to avoid notice.WhenIstood but a few inches behind her,Iwatched over her shoulder as she brushed her hand longingly over anAR-15 on the wall to her right.Shetilted her head and took the soft matte metal in just asIreached around the expanse of her throat and gripped it in my hand, choking the life out of her.

Fightor flight kicked in asIdragged her back away from the armory, her hands clawing at mine desperately, her legs kicking out beneath her.Mygrip held her in place against my body, andIknew ifIcould feel myself hardening against her ass, she certainly could, andIgrowled at the implications of my body's reaction to her, taking a huge whiff of her scent asIdid so.

Shesmelled like vanilla and fear.Fuck, it was a delicious blend.Heady, sensual, rubbing against the inside of my skull like a fucking siren call.

Myback hit the counter of the island, andIlet out a grunt, followed immediately by another when one of her flailing legs caught me in the shin.Myinstinct was to release her, but my free arm tightened around her middle instead, my other hand loosening so she could breathe again, though only enough to not pass out.

Ionly had a split second to read her move as she pulled her head forward, andIspun us around so her midsection pressed painfully into the island counter instead of my spine.Aquick swerve to the left as she jerked her head back kept me from gaining a broken nose to go with my screaming shin, but the edge of her skull caught my jaw and hit harder than one ofSpade'sfists.

"Fuck!"

Ireleased her throat and shoved the top half of her over the counter, fingers gripped in her hair tightly to keep her whereIwanted her and keep my face safe.Herarms came out to her sides and she slapped those manicured nails down on the marble she was leaning on, trying desperately to shove me off.Still, she hadn't begged yet, and some part of me wished she would.Asick, twisted part of me was just like my uncles, just like my grandfather, taking pleasure in watching someone inferior beg for their lives, for mercy.

Itwas one of the reasonsInever handled the hands-on shit.Ididn't trust myself to respect limits.Tohave any at all.

Ileaned over her back, letting my stiff cock press into her ass withpurpose."Tryingto take one of our guns, there, sweetheart?"Myhips rocked obscenely asIrelished the feel of that soft yet somehow firm part of her, barely encased in the short bed shorts she wore.Fuck, the damn skirt had covered more.

"Spade?" she squeaked, trying to turn her head to spot her assailant.

Ichuckled low, tossing my jet-black hair out of the way asInuzzled her throat, letting my breath caress the shell of her ear.Thesmooth satin rubbing against my dick reminded me how useful a woman could be to relieve some of the tension coiled tightly in my gut, butIpushed that thought aside, refusing to stoop so low thatIused her like a whore.

Ihad control overthat,at least.

"Notquite, sweetheart, but that was a good guess."

Ifelt the tremor trail down her spine as she placed my rasp with its owner, a little whimper of fear escaping her pretty lips at the realization of how fucked she was.Theway she arched into my grip, trying to cut herself some slack, was honestly adorable but futile nonetheless.Ionly tightened my grip and bent over her more, my chest against her spine, pressing her flat.

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