I stepped up in front of him. He grabbed the back of my knees and pulled me closer.
“I had to come all the way home in the middle of a busy work day to deal with you so you’re going to make it worth my while,” he said and the tone of voice and expression on his face were scary.
Beyond scary.
He caressed the back of my leg softly. I tried to step back but he grabbed my hips.
“Did you disobey me?” his fingers dug in.
“No.” I whispered, my voice hoarse, gaze fixed on the ceiling.
“You snuck off to talk to her; what did you say?”
“I just kept telling her I’m fine and not to worry.”
One of his hands slid up and down my thigh. Suddenly both of his hands were pushing the pants I was wearing down, taking the underwear with them. I tried to back up.
“You refused to answer my call. Stop,”
