My stomach churned violently, and I began to taste bile.
Then his gaze dropped to my lips, lingering for far too long.
“But.” He paused, his deep with unspoken intent. “I have a proposal. One that you might really like since, uh…” He fiddled with the tendril of my hair, his voice lowered. “I heard you have this thing for teachers.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
What?
His smirk deepened. “So…what do you say about keeping my cock busy for the meantime while I try to figure out what to do with your secret?”
The words didn’t register at first. They floated. Then finally, they sank.
Something inside me cracked. Not loudly, not all at once. It was deep and slow, like ice breaking under still water.
This wasn’t about power. Not about lust either. It was a punishment.
My punishment.
Julian Bourdet ruined lives because he wanted to. Now Donald was about to ruin mine because he could.
And the worst part was, I wasn’t afraid he would eventually expose me. I was afraid no one would ever save me, and I would end up becoming a pawn in his game.
Everyone wanted a puppet.
Everyone wanted me as a puppet.
37
BETH
You know, you’re a really infuriating little witch.
‘I heard you like to do teachers’
The thought slithered into my mind quietly, like it didn’t want me to notice.
I felt my fingers dig into something hard, pain shooting up my nerves.
‘How about you keep my cock busy–’
‘I heard you like to do teachers’
‘How about you keep my cock–’
“–What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”
Zaghan’s voice startled me, and my head snapped up until my eyes fell on him standing by the closet entrance, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
“Why am I here in the middle of the night?” I asked again, like I had done five times before when he drove to my house at 2:00 am, demanding I stepped out.
I had thought he just wanted to see me, talk, maybe. Make one of those stupid, annoying demands and disappear. But I was ushered into the car and the next thing, he was driving off.
Throughout the ride to the guesthouse, he never uttered anything to me. And when we arrived, he ignored all my questions as to why I was here in the middle of the night.
He had slipped into the shower right after, as if desperate to wash something away.
“The night is still young,” he said, shrugging.
