Break

JoJo's POV

“This is when you run, Josephine.” He says coldly as he starts methodically taking off his clothes.

I swallow down my nerves, “I'm not going.” I say, proud my voice came out strong because I'm trembling inside, melting by the minute.

“Take off your clothes and shoes.” He demands and I scramble to obey.

He seizes the hair clip holding up my hair and loose strands fall around my face like a curtain, blinding me to the man in front of me.

Rough hands brush apart the hair covering my face. I look up to see him tracing his lips with his fingers and I suck my lips into my mouth to keep from moaning. His black eyes harden to pebbles as he stares down at me with an intensity that blinds me to common sense.

“Kneel on the table and bend until your cheek rests on it.”

I follow his instructions, and my breasts end up grazing the hard surface of the table, my ass high up in the air.

Uncertainty pokes holes through the foggy desire blocking my rational thought process and unfilter