Iris's POV
He set the phone down, face-down.
Then he turned back to me, and his eyes were black, his pupils blown so wide there was barely any grey left.
His hand came up, his knuckles brushing my cheek before his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to command.
"On your hands and knees. Now." His voice was sharp.
I moved. There was no thought, no hesitation, my body obeyed before my mind could catch up, my muscles trembling as I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up onto my hands and knees.
The position was vulnerable, my ass in the air, my back arched, offering. His hand slid up my spine, his touch possessive, his fingers pressing into my skin like he was branding me.
"You’re mine, Iris." His words was low and dangerous. "Say it."
"I'm yours.
