Not knowing what else to do, I lash out at him my nails scratching long lines across his face.
“Get off of me. Stop!”
I can feel him pressing into me through his silk pants. The more I struggle, the more he seems to want me. I thought they said this is what I’m supposed to do?
My mind spins in chaos as I try to think through everything I’ve been told. Screw it, there’s only one way to find out.
Steeling myself for courage, I suddenly stop fighting Valentine’s attempts to kiss and touch me.
Almost instantly, he pulls back. He gives me a curious look just as I reach out to grab him through the silk pants.
The next thing I know, my cheek is on fire and my eyes are stinging. My body is half-twisted against the bed from how hard Valentine slapped me.
I gasp as soon as I realize I’m not breathing, and look back to find Valentine glaring down at me, his face twisted in rage.
I’ve made a horrible mistake.
He reaches for me, his hand wrapping around my throat as he pulls me up toward him.
“I’ll kill you if you ever do something like that again,” he says, his voice dropping to form that same edge Dante’s sometimes has. “Is that understood?”
I nod, and his hand tightens for a second before tossing me back against the bed. I curl in on myself as he pushes himself up off the bed.
Grabbing the silk robe, the throws it over my body just as there’s a loud knock on the door.
“Enter,” Valentine barks, and a man enters the room without so much as a glance in my direction.
“Sir, he’s back.”
“Who is?”
“The police commander, sir.”
Valentine lets out a growl of disgust.
“Fine. Thank you, Frank. I’ll be down in just a moment.”