Chapter 97

The next morning, I don’t know if I’m relieved or terrified that Vance is not here.

I push myself up, a dull, aching protest radiating from my ass. He spank me rough, that I would give him.

Seriously though, why am I letting him do this to me?

I can just fight back. I can shove a gun in his ass for all I care. I was trained to be lethal, not a submissive little thing to be manhandled.

But somehow,