Chapter 42: The Billionaire's Living Doll
Elliot shook his head and apologized immediately. “I-I’m sorry. I was just,” he shrugged his shoulders, running out of words.
Tomás scoffed. “No. Seriously. That tiny mouth of yours needed to be punished.” He put a cigar in between his lips and lit it up.
“B-But —”
Tomás blew a cloud of smoke in the air. “For not giving me pleasure and for not taking care of my d**k well,”
Elliot swallowed a hard lump on his throat.
The poor boy decided to sit. “Aw,” he hissed in pain.
Elliot sat on the couch, gently massaging his back. He looked at Tomás.
The two of them had a staring contest.
None of them wanted to look away nor to blink.
But as Elliot felt inferiority by him, he’s the first one to blink.
He cleared his throat. “I-I genuinel
