AMANDA
"On your knees."
Fuck him. f**k his voice. f**k the way it crawls under my skin and makes my body betray me.
I should lunge for his throat, sink my teeth into it, and rip out his f*****g jugular. Instead, I’m here, frozen, my legs shaking like some pathetic, broken animal.
I don’t move fast enough. His boot hits the back of my thigh, hard enough to sting, and I drop to the floor before my mind even catches up.
Fucking bastard.
Theodus steps closer, the leather of his boots brushing against my bare knees, and I force myself not to flinch. He leans down, his hand grabbing my chin roughly, jerking my head up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing along my jaw as though he owns me. “Finally learning how to behave hmm? Should I tha
