Chapter 101: Punishment Unveiled
Naomi’s body refused to move, frozen in shock. Her breath caught in her throat as heat rushed to her cheeks, the sheer nightwear clinging to her like a second skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly unprepared for this moment. For a fleeting second, she thought she was dreaming—this couldn’t be real.
But it was.
After a few moments, she snapped out of her stupor, her body jolting into action. Turning sharply, she made a beeline for the bathroom, desperate to grab something to cover herself. Anything.
However, her steps faltered as her gaze landed on Zylan, leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe. His tall, imposing frame seemed to fill the space entirely, his presence overpowering. The faint smirk on his lips made her heart skip.
"No, Eaglet," he said smoothly, his voice calm but firm. "This is the perfect dress for your punishment."
Her stomach twisted at his words. Perfect dress? Punishment? Panic mixed with confusion in her chest.
"Can I at least dress properly?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. If Zylan intended to punish her, the least she could do was ensure she was dressed well.
Zylan’s dark gaze met hers, his expression unreadable. He stepped forward, and before she could react, his arms enveloped her, lifting her effortlessly.
"Wait!" Naomi protested, crossing her arms over her chest in a feeble attempt to shield herself. The bright light in the room made her feel like she was under a spotlight, every inch of her laid bare.
Zylan didn’t stop. His grip was firm yet gentle, his movements deliberate as he carried her to the bed. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the sound filling her ears as he laid her down carefully, his gaze never leaving her face.
She tried to sit up, but his large hand pressed gently against her shoulder, keeping her in place. "Stay still, Eaglet," he murmured.