He noticed, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Come on, tell me—how does it feel sitting on such a fancy chair with no slips on?" His question was so casual, so clueless, that Madisyn's eyes widened in shock. Her face grew as red as a tomato, her embarrassment now complete.
Wasn't he worried someone might overhear?
The reminder of her situation hit her all at once, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together, closing her eyes in disbelief.
Ethan smiled, his amusement barely concealed as mischievous thoughts filled his mind.
If only she knew what he was capable of- what he would do to her.
He wouldn't give her truce, not until he was done to her. Not until she pleaded him because that was too much to handle.
If she only knew...
