Chapter 190
Stephanie's POV
The words died in my throat, and the tears froze in my eyes as I watched the leather whip flex between his palms with a terrifying suppleness. It released a subtle, sinister hiss that systematically choked the last remnants of my rebellious courage. Driven by a panicked instinct, I scrambled backward, dragging my naked, shivering body across the dark silk. I desperately sought the solid boundary of the wooden headboard, trying to shield myself with the empty air, while his cold blue eyes tracked my retreat with a detached, sadistic amusement.
He looked like a predator closely monitoring a bird with broken wings trapped inside an inescapable cage.
"Where do you think you are going, Stephanie Miller?" he whispered, his voice dangerously quiet, calm, and yet far more lethal than thunder. "I have already turned the key in the lock, and your disobedient body swore absolute submission in my office. Retreating now is a sin I never forgive."
