Page 38 of Their Will be Done

My teeth sink into Zachary’s belt as a hard slap thumps onto my ass cheek. I’m so surprised, I don’t even cry out.

Whipping my head around, I stare at him with shocked eyes. I reach to take the belt out of my mouth so I can tell him he’s hitting me too hard, but I don’t get very far.

I catch one glimpse of the dark lust in his hooded eyes before he grabs the back of my neck and pushes me down again.

The next time his hand connects with my ass, I scream.

When I start squirming, he tightens the grip on my neck.

Slap. Slap. Slap!

I yell out wordlessly and grab his wrist, trying to pull his hand off my neck so I can straighten.

He steps back, and I stagger to my feet.

I snatch my yoga pants from the back of the couch. He doesn’t stop me. My breath hitches as I try to ignore the stings on my backside.

“Fuck!”

“All right there, little girl?”

I grimace at him. “That was five,” I tell him breathlessly. Well, technically it was seven, but I have a feeling the first two didn’t count.

“So ask your question.”

I lick my lips. “How did you end up in the basement?”

A massive erection bulges behind his jeans.

How can anyone enjoy hurting someone else? Even though I said yes, this is just…it’s fucked up.

I guess Jasper was right. Zacharyisa sadist.

He cocks his head a little. “Too vague.”

I frown at him as I slide a cool hand behind my underwear. My skin feels hot to the touch, and stings when I touch it. How much will it hurt putting my pants back on? For now, I keep them bundled against my stomach.

“Who took you there, to the basement? How did they catch you?”

“That’s two questions.”

I grind my teeth. “Who took you to the basement?”

A fond look crosses his face. “My parents.”

“W-what?”

“Is that your next question?”

“N-No. But…you have to explain. I mean…yourparents?”

He surges forward, grabs my hips, and flips me over. I claw at his arms as he tries to pin me but somehow, he gets a hold of my wrists and holds them against the small of my back.

When he kicks open my legs again, my stomach bottoms out.

“No, wait!”

“So many questions, little girl,” he says, his voice barely altered from the strain of keeping me in place. “Looks like we’re going to be here all night.”

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