The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

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Before I could push him away, Zane caught my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look up at him.

His green eyes locked onto mine, bright and unsettling.

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“You looked so fucking beautiful tonight,” he said quietly, staring at me like I was the only thing in the room. “I spent the entire evening trying not to drag you away somewhere private. That dress. Your hair. Those fucking eyes.” His jaw tightened. “Everyone kept looking at you, and I hated every second of it.”

My stomach twisted.

He took a slow breath, like he couldn’t look away.

“If you were the last thing I ever saw before I died, I’d go to hell smiling.”

I was breathless.

“W-when did you get so poetic?” I managed, trying to sound sarcastic even though my heart was pounding. “Stop saying all this just to get into my pants.”

The amusement faded from Zane’s expression.

“Into your pants?” He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You really think that’s all I want?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, Zane. I know you want to know what it’s like to be with a fat girl. You’ve probably made some stupid bet with your friends.”

His expression hardened instantly.

Before I could react, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall, my cheek pressed to the cool surface.

Smack!

His big hand came down hard on my ass with a sharp, resounding crack right through the thin fabric of my dress. The sting bloomed hot and immediate.

I yelped, shocked, my body jolting forward.

“What did I tell you about calling yourself fat?” he said, his voice frighteningly calm, which somehow made it worse.

“You never said anything about that!” I shot back, my face burning with humiliation.

“Well I’m saying it now,” he snarled.

Smack!

Another hard spank landed, even sharper this time, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet room. The burn spread across my skin, making me squirm.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that again,” he warned, making it clear he meant every word. “You’re not fat.”

Smack!

A firm slap on the other cheek made me whimper, the sting blooming hotter, deeper.

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“And yes,” he continued, pressing his hard, muscular body flush against my back, his breath hot on my neck, “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. I want to ram this tight virgin pussy so raw you’ll be pink, swollen, and unable to walk straight for days.”

My thighs clenched together shamefully. Heat flooded between my legs even as my mind screamed at me to fight.

“Now repeat after me,” he ordered, lips brushing my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m not fat. I’m perfect.”

I refused, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood.

Zane chuckled darkly, the low, wicked sound vibrating against my skin like he’d been craving my resistance.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His firm palm cracked against my ass again and again. Each sharp, punishing slap echoed through the room, making my skin burn hotter as the sting melted into throbbing heat. I squirmed desperately against the wall.

“Say it, Trouble.”

I shook my head, breathing hard, tears of frustration and unwanted arousal stinging my eyes. The more I resisted, the harder he spanked. My ass jiggled with every loud crack while shameful slickness grew between my thighs. My body was betraying me completely.

“Oh God… what is wrong with me?”

I’d never felt anything like this before. The burn shouldn’t feel good. It shouldn’t make me react this way. It shouldn’t make me press my thighs together while a voice in my head screamed that something had to be wrong with me.

But it did.

A mortifying whimper slipped out as another hard smack landed. My knees trembled and Zane’s satisfied growl rumbled against my back.

“You like it,” he murmured, sounding far too pleased with himself. “Don’t you, Trouble? Your body’s betraying you so fucking sweetly.”

I shook my head frantically, even as fresh heat pulsed between my legs. “N-no… I don’t…”

Smack.

I moaned, actually moaned and hated myself for it.

“This isn’t me. I’m not supposed to like being punished like this.

But every sting seemed to settle low in my body. I was mortified by my reaction, and so turned on I could barely think.

Zane rubbed the burning flesh almost tenderly, then delivered another firm smack. “Say it. I’m not fat. I’m perfect.”

I bit my lip until I tasted blood, tears slipping down my cheeks.

Smack.

“I… I’m not…” My voice cracked.

Smack.

“I’m not fat.” I finally whispered, trembling with shame and arousal. “I’m… perfect.”

Zane groaned in satisfaction, pressing his hard cock against my ass. “Good girl,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Such a

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