I now perfectly understand the expression “made my skin crawl.” Because standing in front of Belovnow, I feel like I’d rather skin myself alive than be touched by him. My entire body revolts at the factthat I’m even standing next to him, let alone discussing having s*x with him.
“I said I’d obey. I never said I’d make you happy.”
The smile slides off his face, and his expression turns intense. He takes a step forward until we’renose to nose. I want to back away, but I know that if I do, he’ll make me pay for it.
My son is on the other side of this door. If I can hold my ground for long enough, I just might see him.
“Do you want to know what I did to her?” he hisses.
He doesn’t say her name, but he doesn’t have to. I can see the fury in his face. The anger he’ssuppr
