“It would be wise for you to remember that you live under my roof, and are under my authority. You are to paint for me even if you’re on your last breath.” Lord Yoon's strong fingers grip your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. A palpable air of disapproval and disdain paints his face as he analyzes your response, his eyes revealing a mixture of authority and contempt.

“Would you like a reminder of what occurred only a few nights ago?” He raises his brow slightly, easing his grip on your chin. His mouth lowers to your ear, sending a hot breath over the delicate curve. Lord Yoon pins you to the wall, his large hand sliding across the cloth that hides your bruised hip. A condescending smirk plays on his rosy lips as he tilts his head.