SMACK.He didn’t hold back as his free hand descended on her butt. “Did I forget to mention the rules? You don’t speak unless it’s to answer a question.”
“You fucking—”
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“And swear words get it threefold,” he said easily.
Oh, she was going to kill him. “The second I get up, you’re a dead man.”
Five hard—very hard—smacks descended before she could cry out. “Death threats get you five,” he murmured, his voice guttural.
Pain ratcheted through her lower half, and she fought a whimper. Even so, her body was on full alert, and more than a little turned on. It was official. She’d completely lost her fucking mind. Ignoring her body’s needs, she carefully began to plot his murder.
“Have you told us the full truth about the Bunker?” he asked.
She pressed her lips and her thighs together.
He ran a gentle hand across her smarting ass, and she tried not to arch into his touch. “Did I mention that the silent treatment gets a count of ten—on your bare ass?” he asked conversationally.
She stiffened.
“Not gonna say it again, Sami.”
She’d cut him into pieces and fry him up for the wild lion roaming around Los Angeles to eat. “I told you everything,” she ground out.
He patted her. “Good girl.”
Forget cutting him up. She’d fry him whole.
“Did you tell me the truth about your upbringing and the government work?”
“Yes,” she muttered.
“Are you still working for the government or the Bunker facility?” he asked.
She coughed, and a shocking hurt billowed in her chest. It was a fair question, but how could he believe that? “No.”
“You’re not leading us into an ambush?”
“No,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Let me up, dickhead.”
Three hard smacks impacted her upper butt. She tried to arch into the floor and away from the punishing blows.
“Rules, Sami. They haven’t changed,” he said, his voice a low growl.
Her sex throbbed, and her breasts ached for more. She bit back a death threat, sure she couldn’t handle five more, even as she settled back down.
He cleared his throat. “You and me the other night. Was it part of some grand plan?”
“No,” she burst out, struggling uselessly against his almost easy hold. Man, he’d gotten even stronger. Poor Marvin the lion would probably choke trying to eat Tace’s hard muscles.
“Do you want to be at Vanguard?” Tace asked.
“Yes.” That one was easy.
“Do you want to be with me?”
She paused. “I’d rather strip your skin from your body right now.”
