Pleasure Under His Command
“You’ve got nothing to discuss here, get out. Leave now.”
Miranda tilted her head, eyes sharp, like a predator sizing up her prey. “I’m not leaving until I’ve made my point clear,” she said, voice low and dangerous.
Izzy’s breath caught in her throat. She looked between Maya and Miranda, panic and determination warring inside her.
“I suspected this the moment I heard about your little hospital trip,” Miranda said, stepping closer, eyes narrowed and cold. “When I got the call to confirm my suspicion… I laughed. Truly, Ms. Hart… what a whore you are.”
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