Zina POV
"Do you need mercy?" he asks, but it takes my brain a minute to catch up.
He's asking if I want to stop. Do I?
God, that hurts, but he's doing this for a reason. And aside from all of that, my body is awake, sensitive and a little horny behind the pain.
"No," I whimper.
"Good girl."
Before touching me again, he sits up and I feel his hands glide up my legs, massaging my hips. "I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now. You are perfection, Zina. And I hate to hurt you, but feel what it does to me."
His hips grind against my leg, and I feel his rock-hard erection. He's naked, and I writhe, trying to feel him more.
"Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?"
"Yes," I cry out.
"Tell me you're worth it. Tell me how beautiful you are."
Emotion stings my throat. No, no, no. Please don't get emotional. Please don't fucking cry. This is supposed to be a sexy moment, and I'm about to ruin it because I know he's right.
