Chapter 22. Start of the Punishment

Sienna

“I believe a few days of absence made you forget what I said before, huh?”

He stepped closer, and I found myself gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white, breath quickening, heart hammering in my chest.

I wasn’t exactly in a safe spot right now.

On his desk. In his office. With him standing right between my legs.

And worse? He was mad. Utterly, terrifyingly mad.

So what else was I supposed to do except run?

And stupidly—that’s exactly what I tried. But before my feet even touched the ground, he caught me like I weighed nothing, lifting me effortlessly and placing me back on the desk. Right where I’d been. Trapped. Caged under his control, under his dominance.

“Whatever happened that night was a mistake, huh?” he murmured, voice low, almost amused. His hands settled on my hips—and tightened.

I couldn’t move. I didn’t know whether I physically couldn’t… or if I didn’t dare to. Because those eyes—God, those eyes—b