I heard his mocking chuckle.
I swallowed hard.
He had figured out I was sensitive around my neck.
My eyes were locked on his belt—I could tell they'd gone hazy.
+Your eyes…
His hand now cradled the bone of my jaw.
"+Let me see your eyes."
He pressed his thumb against my lower lip, right over the cut. I flinched from the pain.
-"Ah, come on now, little one."
My breathing was short, uneven.
What the hell was wrong with me?
+Still not gonna show me those eyes?"
He applied a little more pressure to my face.
I let out a quiet whimper.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze—
His chest, his neck, his lips...
And finally, his eyes.
With eyes I knew were just as glazed as mine, we locked stares.
That smirk on his face? Gone now.
+"Ah... good girl,"
he whispered.
Before I could even stop myself, my eyes welled up with tears.
His expression shifted, something unreadable.
+"Now what are the tears for—"
A click. The door creaked open.
_"Still not awa—oh!"
He finally pulled back.