Anastasia's POV
He’s too close to me. I held the broom tightly and gulped. My chest was still pumping so fast.
“Oh come on, you look really afraid, huh? You should be thankful that you’ll be tasted by a Jacob Clarke. It’s not your lost baby.”
“You’re talking nonsense, Jacob.” I am breathing heavily, but I tried to compose myself and think, the keys are in the cabinet inside my room.
“Why? Is Lewis’ d**k huge and you’re expecting that mine is not? Thinking it won’t satisfy you? Don’t worry baby girl, I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.”
I closed my eyes, I didn’t want him to say a word more, I just couldn’t take it. When I opened my eyes, I was stiff when I saw him in front of me. I could smell his manly perfume.
“D-don’t hurt me,” I begged calmly.
“Of course, I won’t. Just be a good
