“You never know what goes on behind closed doors.”
Belinda Carlisle
Antonio’s POV
As she stands before me, I can see the fear in her eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. It's intoxicating, this power I hold over her.
“Pull off your skirt,” I growl, my voice low and menacing.
She tried asking questions but I didn’t give her a chance. Who does she think she is to question me.
She hesitates, and for a moment, I think she'll defy me again. But then she complies, her trembling hands undoing the buttons of her skirt, the skirt falling to the floor.
I gaze at her bare legs, and a spark of desire ignites within me. She's not bad looking after all. The dim lighting of the red room accentuates her curves, making her look more alluring than I remembered.
“You’re not bad looking after all,”
