Page 50 of Taming Scarlet

About my likes and dislikes.

About my fondest memories.

And my darkest ones.

Honestly, I was kind of over talking.

I wasn’t someone who liked sharing so much about myself. I was accustomed to all my interactions with others being either superficial—with the likes of my ‘friends’—or very carefully curated—like what I shared with my followers.

No one got to see the real stuff underneath. The less glamorous, uglier parts of myself.

And I couldn’t understand why Julian was so obsessed with all of that.

All I knew was that I was tired of it.

Which was why I’d agreed to go out with some friends.

This time, though, with the Lloyd sisters, Mae and Leah, who were in town for a weekend.

I went ahead and didn’t tell Julian about Mae and Leah’s reputation since he wasn’t already in the know.

Besides, it had been almost two years since Mae’s orgy sex tape had released. And Leah hadn’t been arrested since she’d set her rich boyfriend’s car on fire a few years back.

For all I knew, they were reformed.

It was the first night out on the town since, well, things had changed with Julian.

So I wasn’t surprised by the way his brow raised when I’d told him what was happening.

“I see,” he said, nodding. “And where will you be going?”

“I don’t know yet,” I told him, avoiding his gaze as I slid my dresses around on the rack in my closet. “Mae and Leah are choosing.”

To that, he nodded and walked out.

Only to come back a moment later with a pair of panties in his hand.

The weird thing was… I was pretty sure they weren’t mine.

They were cute. Black, lace, a thong so I didn’t have lines under my dress. But definitely not mine.

“You’re wearing these,” he told me.

“Why?”

“Because I told you to,” he said, and it was the first time I’d seen a spark of that same Julian who’d made me get on my knees, and bound me.

“They might not go with my outfit,” I said, looking away, wanting to provoke him.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, Scarlet,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, making my sex clench hard in response.

When I said nothing, he stalked forward, yanking at the tuck of my robe, and loosening the material before pulling it roughly off, leaving me standing there naked.

“Put the fucking panties on,” he said, holding them out to me.

“Fine,” I said, taking them from him, then shooting him a scrunched brow look.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he said, not answering the question on my face.

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