RAINE’S POV
The corner of my lips lifted as I leaned in closer. “Or maybe you’re just scared,” I whispered. “Afraid you’ll want me too much.” Cyril scared me most times, but something about him buying me made me too angry to be cautious.
It was hard to see his face clearly under the dim light of his desk lap, but I’m certain I saw his jaw clench.
“A million women would sell themselves to me if I just looked at them.” He started, his voice low and steady, the kind of calm that was dangerous. “And you think I bought you for this reason?”
“Then why did you? What’s your excuse?” I pushed.
He doesn’t respond. Doesn’t say a word, but his eyes. The green in them is hardly noticeable now, and he’s looking at me like the priest does anytime I break any rules back in school, and somehow, that
