Page 28 of Pirate's Plunder

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!

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