Chapters (104)
- Cover
- His Rule
- About This Book
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Her Rebellion
- About This Book
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Their Reign
- About This Book
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Santiago
- Judge
- Judge
- Mercedes
- Mercedes
- Judge
- Judge
- Judge
- Epilogue
- What to read next
- Thank you
- Also by A. Zavarelli
- Also by Natasha Knight
- About Natasha Knight
- About A. Zavarelli
It takes a moment to register that it’s a riding crop. My heart slows to a heavy thud in my chest, and I try to shake my head, but it doesn’t move. I’m frozen, terrified by what he might do, and it’s a feeling I had long thought I’d put behind me. I’m Mercedes fucking De La Rosa. I don’t back down from anything. I don’t bow to anyone. But right now… it feels like that’s exactly what I’m doing when he takes another step, and I bow my head to avoid his gaze.
“I knew you had it in you.” He drags the rough edge of his thumb along my jaw, tipping my chin up so I have to look at him. “You can submit. You just need someone to guide you.”
“No.” I force the words between gritted teeth.
“Resist all you want,” he says, his voice oddly calm. “I enjoy taming wild beasts.”
His thumb skates dangerously close to my lips, and I suck in a sharp breath. At the same time, he freezes as if he didn’t realize what he was doing. I don’t know what to make of this strange interaction when things have only ever been strained or indifferent. This isn’t the Judge I know and remember. This isn’t the same man who looked at me as if I scarcely registered in his world. I had always felt he thought he was far too superior to really see me. But right now, it feels like he sees everything.
“Mercedes.” He pulls his hand away abruptly, his face adopting a neutral expression that makes me wonder if I’m seriously losing my mind. Did I just imagine that?
“Judge.” I return his name in a tone dripping with as much arrogance as I can squeeze into it.
His lip tips slightly at the corner, and if I didn’t know any better, I might think he finds this whole situation amusing. But of course, he would. He’s the one who has the real power here, and we both know it. Everything I do is for show, but I don’t care. I want him to know what he signed up for. I want to make his life as hard as I possibly can.
“Kneel.” He points at the floor with the end of his crop. “Now.”
“Are you kidding me?” I glare up at him.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
No, he really, really doesn’t.
“I’m not playing these twisted games with you.” I clutch the covers tighter around me. “Just leave me alone.”
His eyes move to the clock and then back to me. “You’re delaying the inevitable. Do as I say, or there will be further consequences when I get home tonight.”