“Hey,” Hardy reprimands. “You’re never ugly. Don’t say that.”
Luke snorts. “You’re just saying that to be nice.”
Hardy’s next moves are fast, fast enough that Luke is caught off guard. Hardy grabs Luke by the neck and manhandles him, until the boy’s ass is hitting the counter. The air is kicked out of Luke’s lungs as Hardy holds him still and looks him straight in the eye.
“I always mean what I say, boy. And you are not ugly. You’re one of the prettiest men I’ve had the pleasure of dominating, and I won’t accept you dragging yourself down for something that is not true. Never say something like that again, or you won’t like the punishment. Do you understand?”
He nods vigorously, cheeks growing a darker pink. “Yes, Master Hardy.”
“Great. Now let’s get back to cooking.” Hardy lets go of
