Chapter 49: OLIVE's POV
"Zane—please—"
"Please what?" He pushed his finger in deeper, and I cried out. "Please f**k you? Please stop? Tell me what you want, Muffin."
"f**k me—" I was sobbing now. "Please just f**k me—"
"Where?" He pulled his finger out, his c**k pressing against my p***y now, sliding through my wetness. "Here?"
"Yes—god, yes—"
"Then tell me." He grabbed my cuffed wrists, yanked them up above my head, pinning them against the wall. "Tell me how mad you are at me. Scream it."
"What—"
He slammed into me.
No warning. No gentleness. Just one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt and had me screaming, my voice echoing off the walls.
"That's it," he growled against my ear. "Louder. Tell me how much you f*****g hate me right now."
He pulled out and slammed back in,
