Kimberly
“Come with me.”
Kendrick’s grip on my wrist was firm as he led me out of the study, his silence heavy with tension.
His parents called after us, their voices laced with concern, but he didn’t stop or even glance back.
Each step up the grand staircase felt heavier than the last, the ominous energy surrounding him making it hard to breathe.
When we reached our room, Kendrick pushed the door open and guided me inside, closing it firmly behind us.
The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a shiver down my spine. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest, but his expression was unreadable, a mix of fury, control, and something darker.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, his voice low but unyielding.
I blinked, stunned by his sudden demand. “What?”
“Did I
