His Captive Maid

His iron grip vanished the exact second her bare feet crossed the cold tile of the kitchen threshold. Celeste stumbled forward, catching her balance against the edge of the marble island as a stinging, hot sensation bloomed across her bruised upper arm.

"From now onwards, you must cook the food and keep this house clean. You will handle all the chores, from the laundry to the scrubbing of the fl