Chapter 199. Trust Me

My hair in his fist, he pulled me back up to my knees. 

“Scale of 1 to 10, how scared are you?” he asked, stroking my hair tenderly again, like he had not just had me kiss his feet for nearly two minutes, and fisted my hair till tears sprang into my eyes.

“4,” I replied sullenly, eyes on the floor.

“And how much do you wish you could punch me?”

I licked my lips, buying time to bite back the anger in my throat. I couldn’t let him know he was getting to me.

“12.” I breathed, and the deep, deep laughter floated above my head, as the hand continued stroking my hair. 

He dropped into a squat so suddenly I jumped. Fortunately, I'd managed to keep my eyes down despite the jump scare, and now they were staring right at the dust of hair above his boxer briefs, where his erection lined against his left thigh.

Then I saw a flash of silver and gasped, my eyes jerking up in horror this time. He smiled darkly, apparently thrilled that he had gotten the