“On. Your. Knees,” he orders, each word quieter but more powerful than the last. His hold on her wrists loosens as if he expects her to obey. And when she sinks, I don’t know if I want to kill Nico or be Nico. I want his confidence because I sure as shit wouldn’t be able to pull this off. He curls his fingers under her chin before her knees touch the floor. “Good girl,” he says quietly, caressing the line of her jaw, then breaks the spell by cupping her shoulders to help her up. “You’re not submissive. You like to control as much as you like being controlled, right?”
