***ZANE'S POV***London fucking Jameson will be the death of me. I take a moment back to stare at my work of art and it is just perfect. London is perfect and I have to catch myself from spilling out any emotions. What this lady does to me is mind troubling, she is trouble altogether, so, I need to be careful with how I deal with her. London's face is streaked with tears, all these tears aren't good for her, but the little girl will not stop teasing me. I swear if I didn't have enough control over myself, I would come right now just staring at her. She is perfection, and she is mine. I doubt the fact that London is aware of the kind of power she has over me. The whipped creams on her body are inviting me, so, I walk over to her and her left breast first and suck on it. I hear the sounds London makes, but I doubt she can do more, if she tries anything stupid, especially with the position I have set her in, she is so fucking sure to choke on her saliva. I flick an

***ZANE'S POV***I can't hide how stunned I am by London telling me how she wants to be fucked. "Is that what you want, London?" I ask taking her slowly from the back. My head is thick with lusty clouds, I have to make sure I don't come, at least, not yet. "Yes, Daddy. Please, fuck your little girl," London urges. I don't hold back when I start, I immediately pull out of her sweet cunt and thrust deeply in her. When she moans, I chuckle. "You are in for the whole ride, baby girl, hold on to the sink tight because I am not stopping until I have rut you," I warn as I keep thrusting deep into London. She is so tight, I love how feels, I release her neck so that I can focus on her nipple. I pleasure London, I don't let her go, when I feel her contracting, her tight pussy grabbing my dick, I let out a low guttural groan. "Zane... Zane... I am cumming," London shrieks out. I quickly pull my hand over her neck again. "You don't cum now, London, not yet," I snare. She sh

***ZANE'S POV***I swear I will kill that dickhead that hurt London. I saw it. I saw the belt stripes on her body. I don't know why I hadn't noticed it before, maybe I was too high from our lovemaking, besides, she hasn't been staying that long with me. I start cleaning London's wound, I need to make sure that she is alright. Taking off the bandage from her wound was a big challenge, she squeaked and squealed and I felt hurt for her. "You still don't want to tell me who hurt you, London?" I ask gently making small talk. London doesn't respond, she is mute and silent as if I am touching sensitive matters in her life. "London?" I call out gently placing my index finger and thumb on her chin. I pinch it up so that she can look at me. She averts her eyes. "No, Zane, I don't want to talk about it," she says. I would not pressure her but I hope Micah finds out who hurt her sister. "Does Micah know?" I ask hoping she replies to me. At the mention of her brother's name, I

***LONDON'S POV*** I do the naked shame up to Zane's room, my buttocks is on fire. I feel so weak and I cry all the way to his room. Zane is a beast, I have seen what he can do with his hands, and now, he used a spatula on me.I feel my cheeks moistened with more tears, I know I shouldn't cry again, I should obey Zane's orders but he is just so hard to resist that it hurts. I walk into Zane's bedroom and rush to his closet. I pick a new pair of black boxers and a blue shirt. I slip them on. I find a pair of black sweatpants and slide them up on my legs. When the edges scratch the lines of my bottom, a fresh wave of pain crashes through me. I burst into tears. I have never felt so alone in my entire life. Life with Oliver had not been roses, but I think I will prefer living in his hell, that is the kind of pain I can bare. I know that I can live through it. With Zane, the pain doubles, it is shameful, like a punishment for submission. Each of Zane's strokes had be

***ZANE'S POV***I have to control myself before I crash the car on a nearby tree. I can't believe that London will pull at every goddamn string in my body and I wouldn't punish her until now. I pull into the parking lot at The Clay's House and stop the car's engine. I need to think and breathe in as well. If I have this situation under control, I wouldn't hurt London. For now, u have to let her stew on her words, the ones she has to give me as answers to what just happened back there. "Get the fuck out of the car," I tell her as I remove my seatbelt and go for the door. I make it around before London can reach her car handle, I pull her by the hair and out of the car. "I said you should get the fuck out of the car," I bark. London whimpers in pain as she grabs my hand and scratches it. I don't let go of her. I pull her towards the shop before releasing her. She cries out but stables her footsteps. Inside the mall, I move her to the clothes area. "Pick out as