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"You're coming with me."
His voice wasnât a demand. It was a sentence. A fate I had no say in.
I shook my head, heart pounding. âIâm not going anywhere with you.â
His fingers traced my jaw, slow and deliberate. âThatâs cute, princess. You think you have a choice.â
A shiver ran through me as his thumb brushed over my lips. Soft. Possessive. Lethal.
I tried to shove him away, but he caught my wrist and pulled me against him. Hard. Unyielding.
"Let me go," I hissed.
He leaned in, his breath teasing my skin. âI let you go once. Look where that got us.â His eyes flickered down to my stomach. âTell me, baby⦠were you planning to keep my child a secret forever?â
I gasped, but before I could answer, he pinned me against the wall.
His grip tightened just enough to send a warning. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" His voice was smooth, but beneath it, there was something dangerous. Something lethal.
I swallowed hard. "I donât owe you anything."
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Oh, but you do. And now, youâre going to pay."
His lips brushed against my ear. "Iâm going to take you, princess. Body, mind, soul. And by the time Iâm done, youâll beg me to never let you go."
I trembled, my body betraying me. "You're insane."
His hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. Possessing.
"No, sweetheart," he murmured. "Iâm obsessed."
He pressed his forehead to mine, his voice a velvet threat. "You ran. You lied. But now? Youâre mine. And I donât share."
My breath hitched as he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Say it, princess. Say you're mine."
I glared at him, refusing to give in.
His smirk deepened, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. âThatâs fine. You donât have to say it.â
His fingers dragged down my spine, slow, torturous. âBy the end of tonight, youâll be screaming it.â