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I barely had time to react before he lifted me into his arms. A gasp tore from my lips as he carried me effortlessly, his grip firm, possessiveâlike he had been waiting for this moment.
"Put me down!" I thrashed against his hold, fists pounding against his chest, but it was like hitting solid stone.
His smirk was pure sin. "Not happening, princess."
I barely registered the world around meâjust the sound of a car door opening, then closing behind me. Dark leather. Tinted windows. A cage disguised as luxury.
I was trapped.
I lunged for the door handle, but before I could touch it, his hand wrapped around my wrist, yanking me back onto his lap.
I gasped, my body pressing against his.
His scentâ**smoke, leather, dangerâ**wrapped around me, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.
"Keep fighting me," he murmured against my ear, his voice dripping with amusement. "I love watching you struggle."
I shoved at his chest. "You can't just take me!"
His grip tightened around my waist, keeping me caged against him. "Princess, I already did."
His fingers trailed up my thigh, slow and deliberate. Testing. Teasing.
I stiffened. "D-Don't."
He chuckled darkly. "Donât what?" His lips brushed against my jaw, his breath scorching against my skin. "Don't remind you of the way you melted for me that night?"
My body betrayed me.
I hated the way heat curled deep in my stomach, the way my breath came out in shaky pants.
His fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"Tell me, baby." His eyes darkened, predatory. "Did you lay in bed after that night? Did you touch yourself, wishing it was me instead?"
I clenched my jaw. "Youâre disgusting."
His smirk only deepened. "You didnât say no."
Before I could snap back, the car came to a slow stop.
I turned, my blood running cold as I looked out the window.
A mansion. Isolated. Hidden. Built for a man who didnât follow rulesâhe made them.
He leaned in, whispering against my lips.
"Welcome home, princess."