Lucian's fingers tightened around the chain, his knuckles whitening as he gave it another sharp pull.
I let out a small, startled gasp as my body jerked forward again, the collar tightening around my throat.
“Answer me.” His voice was cold, firm....commanding.
I shuddered at the sharp dominance in his tone. It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
His eyes darkened as he watched me, waiting.
The weight of his command settled over me, and out of sheer shock—maybe even instinct—I quickly nodded. “Y-Yes…” My voice was barely above a whisper, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Lucian's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
The praise sent a sinful warmth through my body, my skin prickling at the way he said it—low, deep, and dripping with satisfaction.
I swa
