Page 88 of Queen Of WildCards

Icircled him in the room and led him on a hell of a chase right intoSpade’storture room.Iwouldn’t question why he left it unlocked, andI’dbeen in here a time or two in the weekAcehad been gone, mainly to find creative new uses for the chains that hung from his ceiling.

Butthis time, something new unfurled in my stomach asIran, asAcechased me and growled into the darkness like some fucking panther, coiled, ready to strike.

Iwas horny as fuck.

Iwanted this man, and it did no good to deny it.I’dwanted him since he put me on my knees in the kitchen and demandedIsuck him off.I’dnever been one for submitting, but something about him made me want to.Itstirred a desire in me to fight, to rail against the rules and order imposed on me by this man who most certainly thought he owned me, but did not.

Andafter his antics in the kitchen, both times,Iwas about done with his bullshit.Hetook my phone, made me uncomfortable in the one placeIalways felt happy these days, and held me against my will with the threat of death.

AndIwas so sick of being his toy.

Hislittle prize.

Ihad no idea what he’d initially planned for me, whether it was to be the guys’ plaything, to keep them occupied and help relieve some stress, or if this was all a power flex for him.ButIdid know one thing for sure.

Acewanted me as much asIhad started to want him, and now thatI’dhad a taste, and so had he, things were at a standstill until one or both of us gave in.

Mywhole body sang with the familiar hum of adrenaline, andIslipped the clip out of the bottom of the pistol grip beforeIshut off the light inSpade’storture room and waited.Theonly light in here to guide me was the sliver of fluorescence coming from the hall and through his room.

AndthenAcewalked right into my trap, and suddenly,Ididn’t want to play coy anymore.Iwatched as his cockiness and swagger shored up the image he’d built of himself, secure in the knowledge that he could overpower me onceIshowed myself.

Takingthe gun had been a split-second decision, but it now felt like a very good one.

Itugged his shirt off, carefully tossing his clothing over a nearby table so it didn’t get dirty, and then used the belt around his waist to strap his hands behind his back.Ididn’t know how long he’d be out, but a man like him probably had a high pain tolerance, as well as a good rebound time.Itcame with the territory of his chosen profession, right?

Whenhe finally started to stir,Icrouched on my haunches at his feet, smiling up into his face as those gorgeous, deep eyes opened and met mine with hatred and spite and something else, something fiery that even he fought inside himself.

Lust.

Iknew you wanted me, fucker.

“Wakeywakey,”Isang, nudging his knee with the tip of the gun, careful not to reveal its’ ammo-less state.Imight not be willing to shoot a man, but that didn’t meanIwanted him to knowIwasn’t actually capable of it. “Niceto see you’re back with us, bud.”

Mywhole body felt like a rubber band stretched taut, near to snapping with the anxious energy that rebounded inside me.Ismiled as he watched me stretch out first one leg, then the other, side to side, bouncing on the balls of my feet as his eyes were irrefutably drawn to them one by one.

Hewas no less affected by me thanIwas by him.

Andthen he tried to move his arms and the realization of whatI’ddone washed over him all at once.

Rage, betrayal, frustration, defeat, confusion, and arousal all played over his features like the most subtle of symphonies, warring with his brain to make sense of the situation.

“Youfucking tied me up,” he whispered, awe and anger intertwined in his tone. “You’vegot to be fucking kidding me.”

“Notas much of a weak bitch as you assumedI’dbe, now, amI,Ace?”Ireached for his pants and smirked wider when he tried to angle his hips away from me, as if he could possibly get away. “Now, now, let’s not do that.You’repretty heavy for a skinnyAsianguy, and picking you up off the floor isn’t on my list of things to do tonight.”

No, whatwason the schedule tonight was much more fun, now thatIwas allowing myself some free liberty here.

Iwas going to take away his power by fucking his brains out, and when he finally broke and breathed my name,I’dwalk away and leave him here, wanting, like he’d done to me in the kitchen when he set me up and threatened to kill me.

Maybeif he were a good boy,I’deven let him bust a nut inside me.Afterall,Ihad a thing for that, apparently.Orat leastSpadeseemed to think so.

Whoknew?

Hestopped struggling, and as a reward,Ilet my fingers trail over the prominent bulge in his pants, one he stared down at like it had betrayed him in the worst of ways.AndIguess, in a way, it had.

He’dtried to demean me with it, tried to deny the way he felt toward me, but in the end, his dick couldn’t hide the truth–the thought of fucking me left him weak.

Iwanted him weak.Asweak as he made me feel with that knife to my throat.Orthe gun in my pussy.

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