My face burned. “That’s not—I don’t—”

“You do.” He stepped closer. His chest brushed mine. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans pressing against my stomach. “And I’m tired of excuses. Time to pay another way.”

I shook my head fast. “No. That’s crazy. I’ll find the money. Please, Mr. Victor—”

His hand shot out and wrapped around my wrist. Not gentle. Firm. He pulled me away from the wall and spun me so my back hit it again, harder this time. My breath caught. His other hand came up and gripped my jaw, tilting my face up.

“You don’t have the money,” he said...