As Clark wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, drawing me closer into him, I winced, an involuntary reaction to the surge of anxiety that coursed through me.
I swallowed hard, fully aware that this was another one of his insidious schemes. From the very beginning, he had always harassed me, ever since that one night of regrettable intimacy when our lives collided in ways I had never expect.
“Why? Where is your courage when you challenge me to name what I want in exchange for not ruining your father’s relationship with Carlotta?” he taunted, his grip on my waist tightened further, and the hand that had once cradled my chin now firmly gripped my jaw, ensuring there was no escape from his piercing gaze.
"I’m still your nephew-in-law. Ask for something else, not this." I managed to repl
