Derrick POV
Nathan was pushed into my chambers by the guards, making him land on the cold floor.
My frown deepened as I noticed him wincing in pain. I never asked them to push him… what the hell is wrong with these guards?
Slowly, Nathan lifted himself from the floor and stood before me in chains. His clothes looked like rags on him, and his beautiful white skin—which I admire so much despite how hard I try not to—looked dirty and had a few marks on it. I frowned. I didn't want anything tampering with his skin.
Our eyes met, and he glared at me with so much anger. If looks could kill, I should probably be long gone by Nathan's glares.
"What is it you want? Want to inflict another punishment on me?" he asked through gritted teeth.
