Pathetic, Pathetic, Pathetic

SLOANE

The leather of the back seat was cold beneath my palms, but the skin across my bare ass was pure, thrumming fire.

Another heavy slap slammed down, the impact reverberating straight up my spine and forcing a ragged cry past my clenched teeth.

"Quiet down," Krusk growled, his thick knuckles bunching into my hair to wrench my skull backward. "Sybil expects results, not excuses. Torching a c