Chapter 25

I gulped.

Took one step back.

He took one closer.

One more, then another. My back hit the desk behind, and I felt the colors draining from my face. I was in no state to take another punishment, not in a million times wished it upon me.

"The fuck were you doing here?" he spat, his eyebrows drawn together in a threatening way.

"I... I-I..." I looked around for a clue on what to use as my excuse for my own breathing was too loud for my thoughts to process properly. My hands were shaking worse now. The weight of the book inside my shirt slowly slipping added to the feeling of pure, raw terror.

The consequence of breaking his rules were never as soft as the spanking I got from my papa when younger. No. They came down upon me like a thunder, leaving marks for future lessons.

And right now, the way his silver eyes were darkening, and jaw clenching, it was all the warning I needed to try harder for myself.

From the corner of my eyes, I spotted the duster brush on the floor by the door