My heart hurt being praised by him when I had betrayed him. “T-there’s more,” I started. “The debt is over five million dollars, so I went to the auction night.”
I didn’t look at him. I wanted to get it all out, so I continued, “I got auctioned for five-hundred thousand dollars, and we stayed at the club. He… he forced me to dance with him and—b-but the guards helped and I came here.”After showering and scrubbing myself until my skin turned pink and raw.
There was silence in the penthouse. I peered at him, biting my lip and hoping he wouldn’t get mad. He seemed quiet, his eyes pinned on my arm, his warm hand still holding mine.
“Sean?” I asked, swallowing.
I fucked up, didn’t I?
I pulled my hand back and said, “I-it’s okay if you want to stop seeing me. I-I didn’t tell you about?—”
“Shh,” he said. I stopped breathing when he looked at me. His eyes were so dark that I couldn’t make out his pupils.
“What happened to that man?” He asked slowly, as if he was holding something back.
He was scaring me. I had expected him to snap at me, yell at me, or get annoyed and give me silent treatment. But he did neither of those and remained calm and composed. Or at least he looked calm from the outside.
“Th-they kicked him out and banned him from the club.”
“That’s it?” He said. “Tell me his name.”
I said the name, my voice barely a whisper.
“Did he touch you anywhere else?” He asked, leaning closer.
I moved back, the arm of the couch blocking me as I shook my head. “I didn’t let him. Not even a kiss or hand-holding.”
“Hmm.” His hum felt like a growl.
When I was little, I used to watch national geographic and animal planet where the narrator described the lion or a tiger in hiding as a massive, clever predator. Full of patience and an agile body, ready to pounce on its prey, it has set eyes on.
And right at that very moment, I felt like a prey being hunted by a predator.
“Strip out of your clothes, Princess,” he said, his eyes pinned on me. His mouth set in a firm line. “Daddy needs to check if his brat behaved or not.”
I swallowed, warmth pooling between my thighs. “Y-you’re not mad?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes, please.”
His eyes narrowed, his masculine perfume making me heady. “I’m not mad, Princess. But I am disappointed.”
That hurt more than him being angry at me.
Tears burned my eyes as I asked, “Why are you disappointed?”
His eyes softened, his large hand cupping my cheek, and I stayed still. “Because you don’t trust me enough to share your problems. It’s my fault, Princess. If I had?—”
“No, it’s not your fault.” I held his hand on my cheek. “I-I should have told you about it, but… you have already done so much for me, I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Take advantage of me?” He leaned closer. I shivered when his lips brushed over the shell of my ear. “If you knew about the things I want to do to you, Princess, you’d call me a filthy old pervert.”
My lips parted in a gasp when he kissed my neck, his hot tongue making me feel hot. He pressed his teeth into my skin, making me groan. “What if I want you to use me for my money and body, hm, Princess?”
“I’m going to remove your clothes, Chelsea,” he whispered, pulling back. “You remember your safe words?”
Thunder rumbled over his broad shoulders, and I saw a flash of lightning through the glass.
