When she opened it, her eyes widened — it was a small black bikini, elegant but revealing.
"Oh, no," she whispered, shaking her head. She couldn't do it.
Elena stepped out, holding the box close to her chest.
"I'm not wearing that."
Damian looked at her, one brow raised. "Why?"
"I can't wear a bikini," she said softly, her cheeks heating up.
A smirk curved his lips.
"I've seen you naked countless times, Elena. Why are you shy now?"
She crossed her arms, her voice shaking slightly.
"That's different."
Damian took a step closer, his tone changing — colder, sharper.
"Put it on now, Elena," he said slowly. "It's an order from your master."
Her eyes lifted to his in surprise. "Wow," she said quietly, her voice trembling.
"We're back at this again?"
"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "Because you're stubborn."
His words were like ice, cutting deep.
"You're a disobedient playtoy… a lucky one, too.
