Chapter 87. Downfall of Everything

He glared at me, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. My heart beat fast in my chest. I had messed up badly, and now I could only hope to survive the consequences of what I had done.

“What the fuck was that?” he growled, and I looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. He was angry—no, he was furious.

Even his cock had gone limp, as if the idea of sex was dead to him, and I knew it was. I had ruined it, and now he would torment me for it.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident,” I mumbled as I sat up. His hands moved like he was about to hit me, and I held my face, bracing for the impact, but he froze and placed his hands on my head instead.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and I looked up at him without hesitation, afraid of the consequences.

“I try to make love to you, and you have the nerve to moan your s