is just…it’s fucked up.
I guess Jasper was right. Zachary is a 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…your parents?”
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.”
There’s no belt in my mouth when he slaps me. My teeth clamp down on instinct, and I bite the inside of my bottom lip. A trickle of blood seeps into my mouth.
I let out a Hollywood-style scream that’s part rage, part agony.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, shoving away from me.
I hurriedly spin around, ready to fend him off if he tries to pin me again.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he growls as he bends to pick up his belt from the floor. He loops it through his jeans and buckles it up before pointing at the exit, one eyebrow quirking up in a silent command.
My mouth works for a second before I find words. “No, but—”
“You obviously don’t have the stomach for this shit,” he says, stepping so close that his erection brushes my belly. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
I keep my ground, but barely. Every molecule in my body wants me to flee, but my mind keeps spiraling in on those two words. I won’t be able to sleep until I know more.
His parents.
His parents?
I swallow hard and force up my chin. “We had a deal.”
He huffs mirthlessly through his nose. “There’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.”
“I’m not being brave or stupid,” I snap back. Without taking my eyes off of him, and while trying to ignore the fact that my hands are shaking, I grab the front of his belt and start unbuckling it.
He drops his eyes, watching my fingers work. Then he studies me through dark, thick lashes. “The fuck are you doing?”
“We had a deal.”
“Not with a belt. You’re nowhere near ready for that kind of punishment.”
For some unfathomable reason, my insides pulse at the way he says that word.
Punishment.
I wasn’t sure before, but I am now. This thing he’s doing to me? This is turning me on. I don’t get it—I don’t even think it’s possible—but nothing else can explain the way I’m tingling down there. When I move, I can feel how wet I’m becoming.
“It’s so I won’t scream,” I say quietly after another hard swallow. “Unless you want to use my underwear again?”
His eyebrows draw together. “Tempting, but no.”
Before I can move away, he grabs my bottom lip and tugs it down. “Something to bite down on works better.”
I nod as if I already knew this and pull his belt free from its loops. I fold it like he did, and hold it an inch from my lips. “Ready when you are.”
He lifts his head as he closes the distance between us, his dick now pressing hard into my soft flesh. I try to ignore it, but it just stokes the fire already building in my core.
His hands slide around my back and down to my ass. I wince when he starts massaging my skin. Then my eyes fall closed.
The soothing pressure eases the sting and sends delicious ripples through my body.
When his breath warms my face, I look up at him. He’s watching me.
Hungry.
Angry.
But sad.
So sad.
And I need to know why.
I wedge his belt between my teeth and slowly turn around in his arms.
His hands trail down my curves. He hooks a finger behind the elastic of my underwear and tugs it down to the crease where my ass meets my legs. Then he steps back, leaving cool air to circulate over my exposed skin.
I brace myself against the back of the couch and bite down on the belt.
Slap.
Air hisses past