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“I disobeyed?” I manage.
“You sure? You don’t sound as if you believe what you did was wrong.” His hand finds my ass, cracking against my skin and making me squeal.
Warmth spreads through my belly, my center throbbing.
“I disobeyed!” I moan hoarsely.
A deep chuckle twists through the room. “You sure did.”
Another thwack of his hand shoots a sting of excitement through me. Rubbing my thighs together, I try my hardest to rub out some tension.
“Spread your legs,” he orders. Clearly, he’d seen me, and now is going to make it harder on me.
I listen, quickly spreading my feet apart. Hopefully, he likes what he sees and takes mercy on me.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I nearly choke on how much heat rushes through me. Coursing like the rapids over a riverbed.
I bite my lip, but when he spanks me harder, my mouth drops open. The humiliation is gone and worry about what I’m letting happen is nonexistent. I’m lost in the feeling. The way the pain singes the dark edges of my soul and feeds it at the same time.
On the fifth strike, he stops. Breathing heavily, just as affected as I am. “Pull your pants up.”
He clears his throat and steps back.
I pull my pants up, turning and eyeing him. I can’t help the tears that rim my eyes, lashes threatening to let them fall.
“You wanted to know me. I’m fucked up. This is me. I’ll be back before dark.”
With that, he slips into pants, grabbing his boots and bag and storms out of the room.
My chest rises and falls, burning with the need to cry, but I refuse. Breathing in deeply, I close my eyes and smile.
He let me in.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Gage
I’m trying not to freak out too much when I get into my car and crank it. Rubbing my hands together, I blow heat into them, cupping them around my mouth. The image of Carina’s feet spread, ass in the air, and slit teasing me as I spanked her raw is going to live in my head for the rest of my days.
She’d been on the verge of tears when I left her standing in her room, still holding the waist of her pants as she pulled them over her ass. Her cheeks are going to be chapped later. A thrill seeks its way through my veins when I realize they’re going to be throbbing while we’re with Emery later at hismeeting.I had to let her see. Had to let the urges out that would eventually surface.
It's better this way.
I know she probably won’t want anything to do with me after today. But she hadn’t used her safe word, and that I can’t wrap my mind around. Because the tears she’d been hanging onto for dear life told me what I’d done was too much for her.
When we find her answers, she’s going to shut me out. I just know it. As the car finally heats up, I use the wipers to get the collecting snow off so I can see. Looking over to Ryker’s house, I find it quiet.
I haven’t had too much time to delve into him yet, but something is fishy. He doesn’t spend every night here in this house, and I haven’t had the energy to follow him to wherever he goes. I know that his patrol car is one he’d bought at auction in town. He’d been let go from the department nearly two years ago. Even though it’s an unmarked car, it’s evident it’s a police car. It’s likely why it hadn’t raised any red flags to Carina or anyone else in this area. The neighbor to the left of Ryker is sporting aback the bluesign proudly in his front yard.
I grumble, tabling whatever is going on with him for later. I have to meet with Trevor to go over any work we have for the week, it being Sunday and all. Then, I need to swap out all the clothes in my bag and get back to Carina’s before Emery sends a car. Because I’ll be damned if she goes to meet with him without me.
I don’t care if she has a good vibe about him, he’s still a red-blooded man, and he needs to stay far away from what’s mine.
Pulling away from the curb, I make my way through the winding streets. Snowplows and salt trucks are already hard at work keeping most of them drivable as the frozen hellscape continues to grow. They’re calling for a massive storm within the next two days, and I need to make sure I’m prepared. Make sureshe’sprepared.
I’ve been staying at her place every chance I get, which means the nights where I stalk my prey have been spent wrapped in her warmth, with cats surrounding us. I don’t regret it one fucking bit. Even if Trevor isn’t amused that we haven’t closed out the Bancroft case yet.
When I pull up to Starbucks, I spy Trevor already at a table, chewing on a toothpick as he leans over his laptop.
