Page 113 of Ramshackle
Not just Dane. Aiden. Kellan. Jackson.
When Vera said she told Dane…how much? And he told the others?
Aiden’s finger and thumb gently pinch my chin, drawing my gaze back to his. “We’ve known since before we got you back. I don’t know what you’ve been telling yourself, but none of us are going anywhere. Nothing’s changed aside from what we have planned for Gordon. Slow and painful doesn’t begin to describe it.”
He’s still talking, but I’m frozen in my head.
They know.
Theyknow.
How can they look at me?
How could they say the things they did?
Was that why they didn’t say anything when they witnessed my memory of killing innocents for Gordon? Did they already know?
I can’t stay here. How can I look them in the eyes, knowing that they know?
Murderer.
Whore.
“Raegan,” he calls my name, sounding faint and far away as I begin to spiral.
A stinging pain on my ass cheek breaks me free.
I gasp more with surprise than pain and find myself lying chest down on his desk.
“Since you don’t seem to listen well with your ears, I’ll just have to impress it on your body.” Another smack rains down on me, and I inhale sharply.
This time, I notice it’s somewhat dulled by the barrier of my panties still in place. I can’t see or tell where my shorts went. His hand pins me to the desk between my shoulder blades, even when I struggle fruitlessly against him.
“Aiden,” I breathe out in an attempted reprimand, but it comes out as more of a desperate plea.
His hand rubs the pain away, and the chill in my blood thaws a little.
Another smack.
More stroking over the inflamed area.
Over and over again.
Each impact stokes the flames, and every following caress spreads the heat through my veins until I feel heavy. Languid. Warm.
At some point, my cries changed to moans of pleasure.
I can’t think. My mind is too consumed with anticipation for the next one. Too absorbed in the way my body feels and that growing ache between my thighs.
The next slap of his hand lands close to my core, and I shudder with pleasure. “Oh, please.”
I need more.
I need him to touch me.
I don’t want this to end. I don’t want him to turn me away after whatever lesson he’s supposedly giving me.
“Aiden,” I beg, my voice heady with lust.
