My heart hammered violently against my chest the moment I saw who stood in front of me. I thought I still had time to run. Apparently, I was wrong. My gaze darted behind him toward the door, silently calculating my escape. “Don’t you dare.” His voice still made me freeze in place, even after all this time. “I won’t tell anyone what happened between us, sir. Please… just let me go.” “Never.” His jaw tightened. “I don’t give a f**k if the whole world finds out about us.” That cold, unforgiving edge in his tone smothered every protest before it could even leave my lips. I needed to get out before he did something I’d regret. “I told you to wait for me until I came back, didn’t I?” Yes, he had. But it had been my only chance to escape his suffocating grip, and I would’ve been a fool not to take it. Even if I was regretting it now. “Nothing happened—” “Strip.” The single command shattered my attempt at reasoning. “W-What?” I hated the way my voice trembled. Hated how weak I sounded when I was seconds away from collapsing onto the velvet carpet beneath me. “You know it would take me less than a second to rip that pretty dress off your body,” he said darkly. “So don’t make me come over there.” And the terrifying part? I knew he meant it. Because it wouldn’t be the first time.
