KRISTINE’S POV
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We were preparing for a diplomatic gala. The mansion’s dressing room was filled with racks of lace designed for my comfort but Zayne had dismissed my usual stylist.
"I chose the jewelry tonight," he declared, standing behind me as I looked into the mirror, setting my dress, feeling tense under his presence.
He held a choker made of black and rare blue diamonds. It wasn't a necklace but a masterpiece of bondage-chic luxury, another indirect collar.
“Um, don’t you think it's… inappropriate for the event, Zayne?” I held his wrist hesitantly.
“Did I ask for your opinion?”
He raised an eyebrow coldly, silencing me immediately and began to secure it around my throat.
He was too close, his heat, this choker, everything was giving me discomfort.
He c
