Someone moans in the room beside me, and the crack of a whip shatters even the heavy thump of base as a woman screams. I grind my teeth, my body going taut. What if that’s Carina? What if one of these bastards has her? What if it’s Falco?

I push past Vince and storm down the hall.

“Gilly!” he squeaks and runs after me.

When I reach a door at the end, I push it open.

“No, that’s the–”

“How do you wear these pasties? It would only cover half my nipple.” Carina’s voice washes over me, and it feels like a cooling drop of rain rolling down my fiery spine. But that lasts only for a moment, because when I see her perched on the dressing room table trying to stick a pastie to her bare nipple while a working girl looks on, I lose it.

I fucking lose it.

She looks up right when I reach her.

I grab her arm and yank her top back up.

“Gilly!” she squeals and tries to jerk her arm free.

I ignore her protests and drag her through the dressing room and out the back door she so easily entered. Once we’re in the street, I throw her over my shoulder, all while she’s kicking and trying to punch me in the back, and carry her to my car. Then I toss her in the back seat and follow, slamming the door as I sit down.

“Gilly, what are you–No!” she screams when I grip her and yank her onto my lap.

“You’re going to tell me what the fuck you were doing in there.” I don’t even recognize my voice. I’m gone. Snapped. “But after.”

Her eyes widen. “After? After what?”

I grip the nape of her neck and bend her over, then yank her legs around the other side of me so she’s lying across my knees. I don’t have to lift her skirt up; it’s already to her fucking waist and showing me a flimsy thong.

“Don’t you ever put yourself in danger again!” Slap. I spank her hard. Again and again, I let loose my fear, my longing, my need. I spank her until her ass is red and hot, her cries ricocheting through the car as she looks back at me with teary eyes.

When my fear for her finally subsides, the fire inside me dimming just a hair, I rub her ass, my palm stinging as I smooth the pain from her skin.

Her cries turn into whimpers, then throaty moans.

That’s when I break, when I press my fingers inside her soaked cunt and pull out her wetness to rub her clit.