Page 87 of Queen Of WildCards

Mylips twitched, anger building in my gut, butInodded slowly.

“Good,” she twittered, the metal moving away from my skin. “Now, go ahead and walk forward until you feel the chair, and take a seat,Ace,” she commanded.

Iwasn’t sure what would come from this foray into her little game, but my whole body was alive with the promise of a fight.Adrenalinepounded through my veins as my knee bumped into the metal chairSpadetied all his victims to before ripping off fingernails, beating them to a pulp, or whatever vile manner of torture he inflicted on them.Itamazed me to no end he hadn’t brought this minx in here to suffer at his hand.It’dprobably get him the fuck off.

“I’mwaiting,MissStanton,”Itaunted, my voice like butter in the thick air as she shuffled forward.

Ifelt the gun at my temple again and swore under my breath as she straddled my lap and jerked the light on above us, bathing us in a dim yellow glow.

“So, you like to be in control, huh?”Thecool metal slid down the side of my jaw, much likeI’ddone to her all those nights ago on the counter, before forcing her to her knees and feeding her my cock to prove a point.

Iswore that nightI’dnever again touch her, that she’d never get my cock.I’dbe the only one who wouldn’t bend to her feminine charms.

Butwith her straddling my lap, a gun to my head, a sick, broken smile on her lips, something in me stirred against my will, racing to my cock to force it to attention for her.SomethingIdidn’t like.SomethingIwasn’t altogether comfortable with.

“Iwon’t fuck you,”Iinsisted, biting my tongue when she rolled her hips with a little giggle that sounded slightly unhinged. “I’mnot like the others.Youcan’t pussy whip me.”

“Idon’t want you whipped,Ace,” she insisted, the gun under my chin now. “Iwant you to feel the way you make me feel every time you come near me.”Herhands ran through my chin-length hair and yanked back, forcing my head to follow, baring my throat to her. “Iwant you to hate yourself for the way you feel whenItouch you.”Thosepretty lips of hers brushed against my throat, the barrel of the gun right next to them, clashing with one another–cold and hot, hard and soft.

“Iwant you to admit you want this.”

Mybreathing grew labored as she palmed the half-hard cock in my pants, growling at my ear as the barrel of that gun cut into my skin, a twinge of pain following the twist of her wrist as the little red raised sight at the end roughed up myAdam’sapple.

“Idon’t want anything from you, bitch,”Ispat, hoping she’d back off ifIasserted my absolute refusal of her.IfIdenied myself the pleasure she offered, maybeIcould look myself in the mirror tomorrow. “Iwon’t fuck you.”

“Soyou’ve said,” she drawled, andIrealized perhaps something else had changed about her whileIwas gone.She’dspent weeks asSpade’slittle plaything; perhaps he twisted a small part of her whileIwasn’t here to watch him. “ButIdon’t think you mean it.”

Ifelt her weight leave my lap and breathed a tiny sigh of relief, one that stuck in my throat as she let the gun trail down my chest and stomach until the fucker was pointed right in my lap.

Herlaugh was almost feral. “How’sit feel to have a gun betweenyourlegs,Ace?Feelgood?”

Soit was an eye for an eye she was playing, was it?Despitemy usual desire to control all aspects of my life,Ifelt myself rise to her challenge, the beast within me getting off a little on the danger.

“Well,Idon’t know, personally, it would probably feel better ifIhad a hole to fuck down there, but you wouldn’t know about that, would you, sweetheart?”

Icould just make out her wide eyes and parted lips as she let out a shocked gasp, reared back, and scowled at my pertinent mouth. “Fuckyou,Ace,” she growled, and that’s when that pistol came down on the corner of my temple and knocked me right the fuck out.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT

MALLORY

“Oh, fuck,Ikilled him,”Imuttered, watching as he slumped in the chair and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Fuck.”

Fuckfuck fuck.

Irushed over to the door and hesitated on the threshold, weighing my options.

Optionone: bring one of the guys in on this as security.

Optiontwo: handle it like a big girl and deal with the fallout.

Ithad been my decision to instigate him.Mydecision to talk back.Iknew he wasn’t in the right mindset to taunt, butIdid it anyhow.

WhenIfled him on foot and holed up inJoker’sroom, the walk to the bathroom had been completely automatic, as had the feel of my hand wrapping around the grip of that gun asIripped it and the ammo from beneath the counter and loaded it up.

Iwouldn’t shoot him; that was a given.Ididn’t have the stomach to do it, but maybe ifIwaved it in his face a little, it might save my ass.

Acewas dangerous at times, andI’dpoked a bear for fun.TherapistthoughIwas, a sick part of me enjoyed being threatened—hurt, even.Iwanted the power struggle between me and their fearless leader.Somuch, in fact, it seemed that that enjoyment and thrill overrode the common sense in my brain and blocked out all rational thought.

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