I stood there, dazed at his words. Jordan was gone, and it was just us. Tom leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving me.
“You really thought you were smarter than me?” he asked calmly.
I swallowed hard. “Tom, I—”
“Save it,” he cut me off. “I’m not mad about the f*****g, Claire. I’m mad you didn’t think you belonged to me no matter what.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was exhausted— from the s*x, from shame.
He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. “I should make you start proving it now.”
I whimpered. “Tom, please, I—”
“You want to fix this?” His hand slipped down my throat, over my chest, palming my breast roughly. “Then you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”
I nodded, helpless.
Just then, the front door creaked open again and Jordan burst in. He
