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Chapter Sixteen

Genesis

I set up the water and food bowls for the dogs and sit on the lobby floor to play with them. I’ve missed them so much since I couldn’t have them with me at the sorority house.

I’m bouncing a ball when music fills the suite.

“Shit,” Zek curses and I go to the open door and see his phone is the cause of the music.

It’s buzzing on top of his jeans, vibrating off his belt buckle, and flashing a light to the beat of an old salsa song. The thought of him dancing to the beat distracts me until it morphs into him dancing with another woman. I don’t welcome the wave of jealousy that consumes me, so I shake it off and grab the buzzing device.

I glance at the screen, and confusion fills me.

SAA? Who the hell is…Wait.

Why did I answer his phone?

“It’s SAA. I didn’t know you were in Sex Addicts Anonymous.” I open the glass door to hand him the phone and freeze.

Holy shit, no eye patch. My hand raises of its own accord. I cup his cheek and try to turn his face to mine, but he resists.

When he finally gives in, I suck in a breath but don’t shy away. He answers the call and exchanges words with whoever is on the other line, but my eyes don’t leave his face.

No scars, no hideous deformations. Just an empty socket where his eye used to be. It’s clean. Surgically precise, and my stomach soars with the knowledge that whoever did this was careful enough not to damage him more than needed. It was done slowly, and I know only one man capable of that type of torture.

“Marco,” I whisper the name like the curse it is.

“Spector. That’s my SAA, and it means Sergeant at Arms.” I nod but step into the shower to get closer to him.

“Don’t,” he says, trying to stop me from getting wet.

“I don’t care about the water.” I insist, but he pins me to the wall with my arms above my head so I can no longer touch him.

“And I don’t care for your fucking pity.” He licks my lips, drawing a gasp from me that he immediately takes advantage of.

His tongue moves over mine as he works his bare leg between my wet jeans.

“Did you really think that I’m a sex addict?” He moves his lips to my jaw, then my neck.

“You do seem to weaponize it to get what you want.” He bites my neck and then drags his tongue up to my chin.

“Maybe I’m just addicted to you. You can hardly blame a man for wanting his wife.” The way he says the last part makes my core melt.

I grind down on his leg, looking for friction.

“Are you wet for me, Preciosa?” The smartass comment is out of my mouth before I can stop it.

“I am in the shower with you.” He lets go of my wrist and takes my throat in his firm grip.

“Take my phone and dry it off. Then strip naked and lie on the bed.” I open my mouth, but he tightens his grip.

“Genesis, shut the fuck up and do as you’re told. Naked, ass up, head down or you won’t like what happens.” He moves me out of the shower and closes the door, staring at me through the frosted glass as I grab a towel to do as he said.

I pull my shirt over my head and splat the wet material onto the carpet. The jeans, however, pose a problem. They’re stuck to my skin like Velcro, and I’m still struggling to get them down my thighs when Zek walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and his eye patch firmly back in place.

“Time’s up,” I back up until my knees hit the bed, making me fall flat on my back.

“I was trying…” He places his hand on my mouth and grabs the jeans.

“Stop talking.” I nod as he moves back and pulls the jeans off my legs with one mighty tug.

He runs his hands up the side of my calves until he reaches my hips where he flips me and then pulls my ass up in the air exactly how he said he wanted me.

I don’t expect the first slap, and I clench up in shock. He rubs the cheek he just smacked and then lets another loose on the opposite cheek. The rhythm stays the same making me hiss as my ass warms from the strikes.

Then he changes it up.

Left, right, right, left, center and I yelp out as the sting to my clit sends a jolt of electricity up my spine.

“Mmm, someone is enjoying her punishment. Listen to how wet you are.” He slaps my pussy again and the noise that leaves my mouth is pornographic.

“Open,” he taps the inside of my thigh, and I shift my legs, which forces my face closer to the mattress.

Something cold and metal touches the heated skin of my ass before a stream of cold liquid drizzles down my cleft.

“What are you doing?” I try to look but he shoves my face back into the bed.

“Quiet. Take a deep breath.” I shake my head but he takes a fist full of my hair and turns my head to look at him.

“NOW,” I inhale and feel pressure on my anus.

“Good girl. Now push where you feel the pressure.” What the fuck!

“Zek, no.” His eye narrows and he pushes harder.

“Genesis it’s the plug or my cock.” Fucking hell.

I don’t like either choice but the jeweled butt plug is much smaller so I bear down like he told me and moan through the burn as it lodges itself in place. I’m huffing in and out like I ran a marathon when I get flipped over on to my abused ass.

“FUCK!” The plug moves inside me and I groan.

Then his mouth is right there. Kissing, licking and sucking around the fucking plug before dragging that talented tongue up to my center.

An orgasm starts to build instantly.

“Someone is needy. You’d think you liked ass play. Let’s see how much you can take.” He pushes two fingers into my pussy and turns them to rub my g-spot while attaching his mouth to my clit and sucking so hard you’d think he was trying to tear my soul out of my body.

And maybe he is.

“OH GOD!” I scream out as I cum harder than I ever have.

“Thats right, Preciosa. Thank him for my cock.” He stroked himself through my folds and then pushed in until his hips are flush with mine.

“SO fucking tight,” he hisses as he struggles for control.

“I can’t breathe. I’m to full,” I push on his chest, feeling overfull and trying to ease the pressure.

“Not yet, you are. But soon you’ll be dripping with my cum.” He flips my knees over his elbows and starts to move.

“Too deep!” I yell out as he hits the same spot over and over inside me, making me see stars.

“No such thing, Preciosa. I want in you so deep you taste me. So far inside you that you can’t tell who you are anymore, cause you’re now mine. SAY IT!” He drills into me mercilessly, and I lose control.

“I’M YOURS!” I scream over and over until I can’t talk anymore.