Mia’s pov
“I-” I began to speak but trailed off after a few moments. His stare was so intense and unnerving, it made me feel extremely uneasy.
A few moments passed and when I didn’t attempt to speak again, I watched as he let out a loud scoff and a shake of his head.
Thinking he had already dropped it, I let out a long exhale, right before he began to inch towards me.
My eyes widened and I tried to still hold the eye contact, but once he took another step closer, I hastily averted my gaze and took a step backwards.
“Did I say you could look away?” His voice echoed around me almost immediately and once again, I found myself forcing myself to stare up into his face. My heart was pounding harshly against the side of my chest and I have a feeling he can currently hear it, from how loud it was echoing in my ears.
“You’re getting real mouthy now, aren’t you?” He finally breathed out, standing a few feet away from me. My heart heaved was I shook my head hastily.
“You’re not? But you had no problem talking to me with that attitude.” He pointed out and I swallowed emptily, once again regretting questioning him rudely when I clearly didn’t have a right to.
After a few moments of him looking at me and doing nothing, he finally shook his head and took a step backwards, like he knew I was finding it hard to drag in deep breaths into my empty lungs because of how close he was standing to me.
“I want you to prepare a meal for me this morning.” He finally explained, hands deep in his pockets and bulging forearms making him appear extremely dangerous right now.
I blinked a few times and tilted my head sideways.
“You want me to prepare a meal for you?” I breathed out.
“Are you suddenly too dumb to comprehend even the slightest easily phrased sentence?” He shot back almost immediately, voice low and exasperated.
I forced myself to not roll my eyes on reflex, to avoid getting on his bad side once again in only a few minutes.
“I never said I couldn’t comprehend what you said.” I pointed out with a small huff and watched as he let out a scoff like he was extremely tired of dealing with me right now.
Which would be the most perfect thing ever. He should set me free or something then, I guess?
“You were asking stupid questions.” He pointed out. I swallowed emptily and refused to acknowledge that.
“Why do you want me to prepare a meal for you? I think you have maids for that?” I questioned after a few moments, tightening the arms around my middle even more.
I was still feeling extremely naked as ever, especially with him staring at me with an expression I couldn’t comprehend right now.
“I can ask you to prepare a meal for me if I want to, and that’s what you’re going to do.” He snapped out and I flinched a little.
I blinked up at him as I spoke this time. “But, I don’t even know how to cook.”
“I don’t care, that’s none of my business. You’d get the breakfast prepared one way or the other.” He responded and this time, I didn’t bother to hide my eye roll, noticing as soon as his eyes narrowed at me in a silent warning.
“You’re going to have to send one of your maids to do that, because I cannot cook to save myself.” I pointed out, wondering how he’d even expert me to know how to do that when I literally grew up like a princess.
“I don’t care.”
“I’m not making it.” I shot back, knowing I was starting to cross another line once again.
“Are you testing me right now?” He questioned, taking a small step towards me, and of course, that was enough to make me have a change of mind real quick.
“Um… I’m your prisoner, right? Not your cook, you shouldn’t make me cook.” I tried another approach, hoping this one would work out, but i should have known that It could never ever work out that easily.
“You’re not my prisoner.” He responded calmly and I blinked at him in confusion, wondering if I hadn’t heard him right.
“You’re my possession.” He continued moments later, voice low and husky, as he began to close the distance between us.
I wanted to take steps away from him on reflex, but somehow, I felt frozen to the ground, I could only watch wide eyed as he took two more steps till he was standing right in front of me.
“You’re my possession… and I can do whatever I want with you, got it?” He demanded and I found myself nodding like a robot.
“And, if I want you to prepare a fucking meal for me, that’s what’s going to happen, no questions asked… got it?” He continued and I nodded my head once again.
“Good girl.” He murmured next, eyes regarding me hypnotically and moments later, he took a long look at me and then he turned on his heels and headed towards the door of the bedroom.
With his hand on the doorknob, he turned back around to regard me with a searing look.
“Be in the kitchen in five minutes.” He paused. “And change out of that while at it…” He nodded towards my nightdress as he spoke.
“I can clearly see your nipples through it.”
A startled gasp tore out of my throat as the door closed after him, and I hurriedly glanced down at my chest.
Indeed, the outline of my pink nipples was obvious through the stupid night dress.
The frustrated scream I let out into my cupped hands moments later didn’t make me feel any better. I wanted to do more than that, I wanted to erase the realization that my nipples had been staring right back at him throughout the time we went back and forth.
Damn him.