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He can't scare me. We're at school, not in his sex club.
"Why?" I smile slyly, trying to show him how unattainable I am for him when we're here, despite the fact that my legs are slightly shaking out of fear, and I can do nothing about it. "Do you think your reputation might be tarnished?"
The second the last word slips from my lips, Daniel rushes closer and grabs me by the waist. I gasp out of surprise, clutching his shoulders for support. He throws me harshly on his desk, placing his hand on my throat.
He’s not pressing hard enough to cut off my air, but it is enough to scare the hell out of me, exactly as it was yesterday.
"Don't you dare try to blackmail me," he threatens through clenched teeth. His eyes are dark and terrifying.
I try to pull away, but he places his other hand on my back, not letting me.
"Someone may come in," I say, trying to terrify him, but the only person it scares is me.
"Oh, you think I really care about that?" he smirks in response, brushing his thumb over my lower lip. "I could fuck you on this table right now, Savannah, and I don't care if someone sees us."
He spreads my legs with his hips and presses his body to mine.
He's hard.
"But I do care about my father's reputation. That's why no one should know that his son owns a sex club. Do you understand?" He looks at my lips when he says it, and I hate the desire that’s starting to build in me.
I clench the edge of the desk to stay still.
"Let me go," I say, afraid that he can feel how soaked I am, with no panties between his pants and my pussy.
He's a monster, and I cannot be attracted to him. I'm not the kind of girl who falls for abusive men.
I try to push him away from me, but he doesn't let me.
"I'll scream, Daniel," I warn, trying to sound menacing, but he only chuckles in response.
"I love it when you scream because of me," he whispers into my mouth and presses his lips to mine.
I grab his shoulders in surprise, parting my lips involuntarily as his tongue penetrates them.
He presses his stiffness harder to my center, holding both my neck and back with his arms.
I have to push him away; I need to fight back.
But this man is awakening something indescribable inside of me, something I can't control.
"Fuck." He pulls away from me just as abruptly as he kissed me.
We both breathe heavily, looking into each other's eyes.
I see his rage, as if he hates me for kissing me, although he was the one who started it.
"If you tell anyone about the club, I'll show them our sex video," he growls, letting me go, and I grab the edge of the desk again not to fall.
"You're lying. There's no sex video," I say, shaking my head, although I have no idea if it’s true. I don't know him at all, how can I be sure?
"Oh, there is, Savannah." He smiles pleasantly. "There's a camera in my room because I love rewatching pretty girls like you scream in pleasure when they come."
He can't be serious, although he seems honest. His smirk is so satisfied, as if he’s just won the fight.
If he shows anyone our sex video, my future is ruined.
"Never even speak to me again, do you understand?" he roars, looking at me with disgust, as if I was covered with abscesses.
