Betty's POV

"And don't think of mercy because I would not show you mercy if I am not impressed. " Ivan threatened, whispering in my ear.

My mind blanked. The room tilted. The cigar smoke felt thicker and the low hum of the air conditioner louder. He was doing this deliberately to push me.

Ivan’s hand was still under my dress, moving higher on my thigh, inch by inch. I felt his fingers tracing lazy, deliberate circles that made my skin burn and my breath hitch. He wasn’t even ...