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“Get fucked,” I snarl.

His hand lands on the same spot as the first hit and I let out a whimper at the prickling feeling that spreads across my skin, trying to squirm away from him. I flinch as his hand touches my butt, prepared for it to hurt, but instead he caresses the spot he’s been hitting. My flesh protests at first, but the more he rubs it, the more it soothes the ache. I squirm again, pressing my thighs together as I feel my pussy warm with his gentle touches.

“How well did you know Stephen Vetella?” he repeats.

“I don’t know,” I answer, panting, distracted by my body’s wholly inappropriate response. “I don’t know how well I knew him. I saw him most evenings, but it’s not like we had long talks or anything.”

Zander’s hand leaves and I brace for another hit. But instead, his hand moves to the other cheek, caressing the same way he did on the first.

“Did you ever see anything about how he ran his Skin operation?”

I hesitate long enough that Zander spanks me and I let out a moan that’s pained in a different way, my thighs firmly pressed together. At the noise, Zander pauses. His hand doesn’t move from my head, so I know he’s still there, but he doesn’t move or speak for the longest time.

I try to push myself upright again, finding no purchase to do so. As I let the fight go out of my spine, a body drapes along mine. Zander’s chest presses into my back, his hips digging into mine, and I whimper at the mix of pain and pleasure as my sore ass burns. I’m no stranger to what an erection feels like, and Zander definitely has one pressed into me.

“Dirty girl,” he murmurs in my ear and I squeeze my eyes shut, trapping a groan before it can slip through my lips. “If I had known you liked being spanked, I would have found a different punishment.”

“I didn’t know either,” I choke out.

Zander laughs, and it’s a cold, yet amused, sound. “Answer my question.”

It’s like what he’s done has totally removed the filter from my brain. “Stephen didn’t show me anything about his operations besides what the public sees,” I gasp. “But his son, Mordecai, talked to me about it sometimes. Not enough to give you any real information.”

I can feel Zander’s heavy breath on my neck as he grinds into me. “Whatdoyou have?”

My hips buck back in a desperate way. “Stephen wants to be the top Skin Trader. He had been working to eliminate his competition by buying out the others.”

“That’s obvious, Blake,” Zander says, disapprovingly. He stops his movements and his other hand digs into my hip to stop me from trying to rub against him. “Give me something else.”

“They’re killing Skins,” I blurt out. “Stephen called them Mo’s ‘pets’ and said they were always dying.”

Zander presses into my ass again, making me moan. “What experiments?”

“I don’t know.” When he pauses, I panic a bit, thinking he’s about to punish me again as he moves his hand from my hip, and add, “I really don’t! I only heard that because Stephen was telling Mo that he couldn’t have me!”

A pause greets me. “Whose blood were you covered in when you arrived?”

“Damien’s nephew, Jack,” I answer immediately. “I stabbed him to death with a fork.”

The sound of my frantic breaths is the only sound in the kitchen as Zander falls still and silent again. My heart flutters wildly in my chest as I wait for him to move or speak or doanything. But the hand in my hair just remains unyielding and the man it’s attached to is utterly quiet.

“Zander?” I breathe.

He moves and I brace myself for a spanking. But instead, his fingers caress over my hip and around to my front, over my belly button. When they unsnap the button holding my pants closed, I start trembling, and Zander pushes his rock-hard cock against me once more.

I don’t have time to voice my concerns. Zander’s hand goes from flirting at my waistband, to pushing into my pants and the lacy panties I have on. I yelp as his large, callused hand cups my pussy, shoving back, but my protests over his touching turn into whimpers as he takes two fingers and begins to stroke along my pussy, circling around my clit on each pass.

“Fuck, Blake,” Zander hisses. “You’re dripping all over my hand.”

That’s the only warning I get as he plunges his two fingers inside me. I cry out, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He pulls back and then slams his fingers into me again, then again and again, until I’m a panting mess. I’ve only ever been this close to an orgasm on my own and it both terrifies and excites me that I’m craving his cock inside me instead of his fingers.

His hand leaves my hair finally, but I stay pressed to the counter as he keeps finger fucking me, alternating between achingly slow and fast enough that I can hear the squelching of how wet my pussy really is. His fingers hook around my tank top and bra straps, and I gasp as he jerks them down, allowing my left breast to fall out.

When Zander roughly cups my tit, I feel my orgasm leap into existence. But it’s when he pinches my nipple hard enough to make me yelp that I detonate. I scream his name as I come on his hand, my fingers searching for something to hang on to on the solid countertop. He fucks me with his fingers hard and fast through my climax, twisting and pulling my nipple to a point of pain that heightens every sensation.

My pussy is still throbbing when Zander rips his hand out of my pants and steps away from me. My legs shake, but I grip the counter to stay on my feet. He grabs my arm as I go to stand, making me think he’s trying to steady me. Instead, he jerks me forward, hauling me out of the kitchen.

“Zander,” I bark, trying not to trip over my own feet, keep my pants up, and tuck my tit away all at the same time.

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