Chapter 2
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Ever since the two years of being acquainted with my father-in-law, this was the first time I was alone or this close to him. And that was because of Ryan's warning. He had warned me of how dangerous his father was and that I should stay clear of him.
Without thinking, I took a step backward and to my surprise, he moved forward. I continued walking backward until my back collided with the hard wall. I froze.
His eyes slowly crawled across my skin with darkness. It felt like his stare alone was peeling away the clothing from my skin. His dark blue eyes were burning, and every gaze felt like acid on my skin. I didn't like the way Arthur often looked at me whenever I was with Ryan. His stares were often filled with lust and jealousy. Was that the reason why Ryan didn't want me alone with his father?
"Where is Ryan?" I asked.
"Missing him already?" He smirked.
"You called the both of us for a meeting. I expected to see him here upon my arrival." I looked around the house one more time before turning to Arthur.
"You know." His voice was dark, cold and laced with authority. "When I heard about the affair my son had with that b***h, I wanted to kill him."
Standing this close to Arthur always forced me to look up to meet his gaze since he towered over me. "And why would you do that?"
"He messed up," Arthur said. "Really messed up to have lost a beautiful angel like you."
I wanted to leave this house as soon as possible. I didn't want sympathy. Didn't want anything to do with Ryan or his family. But why did the sound of his voice make my insides twist? Why did I feel this strange warmth between my thighs just from his stare?
"I assume Ryan won't show up since it's thirty minutes late and he isn't picking up his calls," I said. "I would like to leave."
"Leave?" He scoffed. "Leave to where?"
His gaze darkened and with every second we both spent staring at each other, his eyes shifted into something else. They were filled with utter lust.
"Step away," I said firmly.
"Or what?" He tilted his head. "What would you do, little angel?"
I frowned. "I'm not your little angel."
"Don't you think it's about time you received your punishment? I've spared you for too long."
"What?"
"You heard me," he said. "You need to be punished. This isn't the first time you've defied me."
"I am not your f*****g toy," I placed a hand on his chest to push him away but he didn't budge.
"Let go of me," I said. His hand immediately clamped around my wrist and he pulled me closer. "Turn and bend over."
"What? Why?"
"Your punishment."
"You cannot punish me," I snapped.
He smirked. "And who told you that?"
I stared at him. He stared back, not releasing his hold.
"Every moment you waste increases your punishment."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, and when he didn't answer, I added, "The reason you called for this meeting was solely to see me. You didn't call for Ryan. You lied."
Oh God.
My legs trembled as he turned me toward the wall. His hand slowly came around my throat, squeezing it, and at the same time, I didn't fail to notice the feel of a hard erection pressing against my lower back.
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