“I said pleasure me,” Ethan said in a lazy tone.
Alexa got up and sat on the bed with her legs crossed. “Master,” she took a deep breath and gained all the strength she had. ‘I should never let him toy me again.’
“Don’t you know how to pleasure yourself? Or get someone else to please you instead of me?” Ethan glared at her, feeling insulted.
“What did you say? You have the guts to answer me…” He scoffed.
“Aren’t you scared for your life?” Gritting his teeth, he held her face and squeezed it, making Alexa wince in pain. But when she recovered, she slapped his hand hard enough to release her. Ethan glared. If looks could kill, Alexa would be dead by now.
