Page 141 of Morally Corrupt

"Wh-what do you want with me? Daddy told me he refused your father once," I lie.

"Did he now…" he says in a bored voice.

"Kneel. If you're a good pet, I may tell you."

I kneel in front of him, and he laughs.

"My, aren't you obedient."

His hand moves to my face, and I have to steel myself, so I don't instinctively recoil at his touch.

"I wonder… who put you in white." He shakes his head, amused.

"You see… it wasn't my father who wanted you. You were supposed to bemine.Mywife." His face suddenly shifts, and he regards me with a disgusted look. "But he gave you tohiminstead."

"Why… why would Daddy promise me to you?" I whisper, hoping he believes my helpless act.

"Because he owed my father. You don't think he became that rich on his own. As if…" He scoffs, "And then he had to go and screw everything up."

Suddenly, he flings the glass to his right, and it breaks into a thousand pieces when it meets the wall. I flinch on purpose, but with both of his hands free now, he grabs onto the flimsy material of my dress and rips it in the middle. Tsk, tsk… too soon.

"Wait," I wail. "Please! I need to understand… Daddy, no…" I shake my head, and tears are already falling down my cheeks. I deserve an Oscar for this performance.

"How did he even get involved with Jimenez?"

Jimenez Jr., aka the man in front of me, looks put off by my questioning, but thankfully, he indulges me.

"You're so naïve…" His hand again goes to the skin around my throat, tracing over the collar and going downwards.

Please, just answer the fucking question, my mind screams.

"You must have thought your daddy was untouchable, didn't you? I heard about the way you mourned him." He talks to me as if I'm a child, which, honestly, isn't all that bad. It means that my act at the funeral worked.

"They met at Princeton. They were in the same fraternity. Your daddy would be nowhere without mine." Okay, I can work with this…

"No… Daddy was a good man." I want to bite my tongue for even voicing that aloud.

He shakes his head at me, pursing his lips.

"Sure he was, sweetheart." He takes hold of my leash and tugs me forward until I fall onto him.

I guess talking time is over. He rolls the leash around his knuckles a couple of times, and I can't help but follow its course, now standing too close to him for my liking. My eyes roam my surroundings, and I quickly scan for anything useful to make my escape.

The glass…

I look to see a few bulky pieces among the myriad of other shards. Might work.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you." His mouth is next to my ear as he whispers, "I'm going to fuck you into submission… you're never going to see the light of the day again." He studies my face as he says this, his words full of malice and resentment.

One of his hands goes to my ripped dress to fondle my breast, while the other clenches around my throat, above the collar. He flips me on my back onto the bed in one sudden movement, his body looming over me.

Okay, time out.

He takes advantage of my disorientation to settle between my legs.

No, we can't have that.

Calmly, I take his face in my hands, and I smile at him. He seems disturbed by this, especially when I bring his face closer.

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