CHLOE’S P.O.V.“Chloe, sit on that couch, spread your damn legs, and play with your fucking clit!” He growled, his green orbs pressing wickedly onto my skin. I froze and stared at him as though he had spoken a language I did not understand. He was serious. The severity of his tone shook me beyond what I could fathom. I could feel my body shake like electricity was passing through them. “Are you deaf?!” He boomed, the walls vibrating. It was probably my thoughts, the walls did not really shake. “I can't do it,” I uttered softly. I was still quite shaken by his words. Devastated. If it were possible to run, I would - far away. I didn't want to be here, in the presence of a man like this. His aura spreads fear. “You can't do it?” He asked, raising his brows. Even his question was scary. His tone was dingy and murky. This man knew how to scare a woman and make her feel little. I felt little. He seemed like a damn god, and I felt like a servant who had sinned. However, his way of sa
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