Chapter 124: Learn some manners

NANCY’S POV

There was nothing else I could do other than hope that Mr Landon would not take Hudson’s bait, even though his words had struck fear in my heart.

Even if by a low percentage, Mr Landon had feelings for me, then he was sure to come looking for me.

I didn’t know if it was something to be thankful for or not, but I at least was glad that he didn’t have deep feelings for me.

Were it to be Nathan, then I would not doubt that he would come looking for me. But Mr Landon…

He had told me to my face that he wasn’t in love with me and would never fall for me. Now, to protect him, I could only hope those words remained true.

All would be fine as long as he didn’t come looking for me. All I had to do now was find a way to leave this place. However, with Hudson staring at me like he would jump on me anytime, I couldn’t move.

“Look at you…” He murmured, his gaze dragging over my body in a way that made my skin crawl. “All scared and tense just because you heard your lover might die. Now, you’re making me regret letting you out of my sight even for a second.”

“I’m not scared of you,” I spat out, although my voice betrayed me.

He smiled, that same sick, knowing smile.

“This might be the right time to educate you.”

“I do not like liars,” he enunciated carefully. “If I ask you anything, I expect nothing but the truth from you.”

I glared at him, wishing I could just tear into him.

“You’ll answer me when I talk to you, too. Do you understand?”

I pressed my lips together defiantly, refusing to respond.

His eyes darkened, and without hesitation, he reached out.

Instantly, I flinched back, scrambling to get away from him, but I wasn't fast enough. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me towards him, pulling hard enough to make my eyes water.

“Let’s try that again,” he hissed, grabbing my jaw in a tight grip.

“Do you understand me?”

I clamped my lips harder, refusing to answer still.

He tugged harder on my hair, making me feel like he was about to rip the strands off my scalp. Even though his hands dug deeply into my skin, and even though my head hurt, I refused to give in.

“Oh,” he ducked his teeth, then abruptly let go of my hair. “I see that’s how you want it.”

“No worries, I’ll play by your rule book if that’s what you want.”

While I was still struggling to understand what he meant by that, he grabbed me again and yanked me towards him.

“Let me go!” I yelled, struggling against him, but it only caused his grip to tighten, and he overpowered me without difficulty, pinning both of my hands behind my back.

Because of the struggle, I was breathing heavily, and only after he restrained me did I realise that the top button of my shirt had broken.

My clavicle was completely exposed, and so was the top of my breast. I did have on a bra, thankfully, but the support it gave pushed my mounds up, revealing and exposing the milky white skin of my chest to his gaze.

At the same time mine did, I saw his gaze drop to my chest. His pupils enlarged, and he stuck his tongue out, licking his lips hungrily.

His lips curved too.

“Was this what you were aiming for?” He asked, smile widening.

“Do you want to be touched that badly?”

Like hell I did.

If it weren’t for him, would I be held in such a compromised position?”

“Let me go, you bastard!” I snarled again, trying to forcefully wiggle out of his hold.

Once again, I was unsuccessful.

He flashed me a smile, completely aware that I couldn’t get out of his grip. Then, he leaned in closer and took a whiff of my neck.

“Fuck, you smell so good. It’s a pity I can’t take you just yet.”

That didn't make me relieved in the slightest. Rather, it heightened my frustration, anger, and disgust towards him.

Fueled by those feelings, I garnered whatever strength I could muster and shoved him away from me, pushing him a few feet backwards before yanking my shirt close.

“Get away from me, you swine.”

“Feisty,” he said, amused. “Women like you stimulate my drive. I’m quite glad you haven’t lost your fire.”

Before I could react, he grabbed me again, this time forcefully spinning me around so my back was to him.

I clawed violently at him, but he pushed me into the wall and pressed his weight into me, crushing my face against the hard wall.

“Hold still,” he barked.

“No, let me go!” I struggled, trying to push him off me even though I was already cornered.

Instead of letting go, his hand slid up slowly, from my leg to my thigh, making my hair rise.

I could feel his hard-on pressing into me from behind, too, and I had never felt as much urge to retch at someone’s touch as I did then.

“Get away from me, you pig,” I yelled, making another attempt to push him off of me.

His hands circled my waist, kneading hard, like he was taking his time to remind me exactly how powerless I was in that moment.

I shoved at his shoulder, trying to push him away, but it barely moved him.

“Get…Get off me!” My voice cracked as his hand moved higher.

Then, something in me snapped.

“I said stop!”

This time, I shoved harder, using everything I had, and for a second, just a second, he paused, and then his eyes darkened.

With a speed I couldn't stop, he moved. His hands landed crisply on my face, sending me crashing to the floor.

“Fucking bitch!” He swore.

“I have been too lenient on you. It’s time to help you learn some manners…”