Chapter 39: A Lustful Wrath
“Kneel properly with your hands behind your back clasping together,” Tomás ordered with a voice so intimidating and overpowering with dominance.
Tomás poured a glass of salt on the ground where Elliot would kneel.
Elliot did what the billionaire said along with nodding his head. “Ye-Yes,” and winced in pain.
The poor boy could only hear Tomás’s unbuckling of his belt while coming near him.
Elliot swallowed a lump on his throat before he attempted to glance at the billionaire.
But his eyes went staring at Tomás’s face, especially the grin that crept through his lips as if he won something.
Tomás kept his eyes gawking at Elliot while he undressed himself naked.
“Keep your eyes on mine, Elliot. I did not give you any permission to look away nor to
