Page 30 of Taming Scarlet

“Get on your fucking knees, Scarlet.”

My head whipped back, too shocked to do anything but stare at him, mouth agape, for a long moment.

“Excu—“

He took a step forward, towering over me, his face and gaze so dark that a shiver coursed down my spine.

“I said get on your fucking knees,” he growled.

My legs went immediately wobbly, my knees starting to bend.

But no.

No.

I wasn’t going to kneel for this asshole.

Who did he think he—

“Get on your knees, or I will put you there.”

His tone said he was perfectly comfortable making good on that threat.

My knees bent this time.

All the way to the cold wood floor at the edge of my carpet.

No one ever spoke to me like that. Ever told me what to do.

Surely that was the only reason I actually did it.

Because I was too shocked at his audacity to think straight.

This unusual sound moved through him then, almost like a rumble. It vibrated in his chest.

And as weird as this sounded, I swore I could feel it doing the same into my own chest, making my heart and lungs feel shaky.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured in that same low, deep tone as his fingers snagged me under my chin, jerking it up. “Eyes down,” he demanded when mine immediately rose. “Just like that,” he said as his fingers released my chin to drift up my jaw before falling away.

He walked around me then, moving behind me.

“You behaved badly tonight,” he started.

Was that my mattress?

Did he sit on my bed?

That was such a gross invasion for an employ—

“I—“

“Don’t argue,” he snapped. “I didn’t give you permission to speak,” he added.

What the fuck was going on?

And why was I just kneeling there?

I needed to get up.

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