Nino's POV.
"Strip," I command.
She jolts and meets my eyes with that spark of defiance I desperately sought to squash.
"Excuse me?" she whispers, balling her fists so tight I'm sure her nails are digging into her palms.
I smirk and wave a hand in her direction. "Strip for me Fiona."
"And why the f**k would I do that?" She growls moving to stand. But I grab her by the hair and keep her on her knees.
"Because I told you to. Now I'll say it again, strip."
"Who the f**k do you think you are to order me around like that, I'm not your f*****g plaything. So go to hell," she hisses, clawing at my hand that was still tangled in her soft, golden tresses.
"I've said it way too many times what you are Fiona… a toy," I twist her neck slightly, enough to cause discomfort but not enough to cause
