CHAPTER 9

MIA'S POV.

I couldn't believe what he was asking me to do. Kneel in front of him? Was he serious? But as I looked into his eyes, I could see the intensity and the dominance in them, and I knew that I couldn't dare disobey him. I slowly got down on my knees, feeling the carpet brush against my skin. I kept my eyes downcast, trying to avoid looking at Marco directly.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice cold and dominant.

I slowly lifted my head, meeting his gaze. He was staring at me intensely, his eyes dark and full of desire. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and I knew that I was in trouble.

"Mia," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"You will do whatever I ask of you, without question."

I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and desire coursing through me. He was my owner now, and I had to do whatever he asked of me.

"Good," he said, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Now, I want you to do something for me."

I waited for him to continue, my heart racing with anticipation. I