He grabbed my ankle and pulled me towards him. I squeaked at the sudden jerk.
I fell over his lap straddling his waist. The position was quite uncomfortable and embarrassing for me but it wasn't like I had any other choice. His arm around my waist was locking me.
He grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. His face inches away from mine while I could feel his hot breath brushing my face.
"Why did you run?", he sounded calm. His anger had faded to some extent by then.
I didn't say anything. I didn't have the guts to. I wanted to say something that wouldn't infuriate him further.
"I asked you something", he said vexed "And when I ask you something I expect an answer". He gave a grim look.
"I-I'm sorry", I whispered.
"How can I know that you're sorry", he said placing his hand over my thigh.
I could feel the heat radiated through his hand over my skin.
"Ian please", I begged "Please don't do anything to me. Please.I-I promise I won't ever run again. I-I would do whatever you ask. Just don't do anything!", I said in a shaky voice.
He snorted.
"I'll make sure you won't Ashy", his statement holding a dark promise of pain.