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Which he could have done if he’d wanted. Is he holding himself back, or just toying with me?

“What did you do?”

Another laugh. Thankfully, this one isn’t as chilling as the one before. “Sure you can handle another question?” He strokes my bare skin with his fingertips. They trace eight lines down my ass, and then converge less than an inch from my sex.

My face heats when he slowly pulls me open. My lips part reluctantly, soaked through from the twisted desire that’s been coursing through me the entire time he’s had me pinned against this couch.

“I said, are you sure you can handle another question, little girl?”

“Yes,” I blurt out, immediately squeezing closed my eyes. “I mean…if you don’t hit me as hard. Maybe.” Fuck, my heart feels ready to explode from my chest.

He chuckles quietly as he folds over me. “It’s sweet that you think I’m capable of mercy.” He grabs my wrist, bringing the folded belt up to my mouth. “Open.”

And, against all reason, that’s exactly what I do.

Chapter Eighteen

Zach

I’m barely touching the ground and every breath I take is helium. If Trinity looked around and saw my face, she’d be screaming as she ran out of here.

Which is why I slide my hand over the back of her neck and hold her in place. That way, she can’t see the sick lust on my face.

I slip a finger behind the hem of her panties where they’re gathered just under the curve of her ass. This time she doesn’t plead with me to keep them on. I tug them down to her knees, baring her smooth, shapely legs. I take a few seconds to admire the blurry red handprints on her ass before I start warming up her flesh again.

She shifts as if considering bringing her legs together so I tighten the grip on her neck as I kick them open even wider. This stretches her panties tight between her knees, and that’s when I notice the near translucent patch in the fabric.

My cock hardens painfully behind my jeans.

I could unzip my fly and be inside her in seconds, burying myself balls deep inside her tight little pussy.

Except that wasn’t the fucking deal.

My fingers dip lower, almost touching her. Her body stiffens, but she keeps still. Keeps her legs open.

I bite the inside of my lip as I give her body one last scan. Then I bring my palm down on her ass with all my strength.

The sound of her shocked yell reverberates deep inside me.

I’m in agony—suspended in ice, drowning in fire. Without conscious thought, I zip down my fly and take out my cock. I stroke myself, keeping my hand on the back of her neck as I inch my dick closer to her wet pussy.

She must feel the warmth coming off my body, because she stiffens again, as if expecting another blow.

Christ.

Her heat coats the crown of my dick as I ram my fist down its length. The pain makes me harder. Makes me want to fuck her even more. To spread her open and drench myself in her juices.

She makes a sound behind my belt. It sounds like a plea.

It takes long seconds for me to realize she’s shaking. That she’s no longer pressing back against my hand, resisting me. She’s limp, draping the back of the couch like she doesn’t have the strength to hold herself up anymore.

And then I hear her sniffs. The stifled sob.

I shove my cock back into my jeans and move to the side. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her cheeks bright red.

“The fuck is it now?” I ask roughly, ripping my belt out of her mouth. “Finally decided you’ve had enough?”

As soon as the belt is out, she moves away from me, her hands shaking as she yanks up her underwear. She lets out a string of mangled words.

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