"Kneel," Sullivan commanded, his voice firm and absolute.

Damp hair dripped onto his shoulders, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice—the same unreadable look he’d worn when he dragged me into the apartment. I lowered myself slowly onto the floor, not daring to utter a word of protest.

His gaze was unforgiving. I had thought waking up to him this morning meant a soft shift between us, but I was wrong. To him, I was still his submissive—and his enemy's daughter. That alone gave him all the reason he needed to punish me.

I bowed my head, staring at the floor until his command broke the silence. "Look...