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“Yes, I do, and the answer is no. I don’t know why you want to marry me, but I know that I am a human being with rights. You can’t do this to me.” My voice grew louder and louder, before Sebastian’s gloved hand slid down from my face, grabbing ahold of my neck.

His eyes flashed, and I could’ve sworn his entire demeanor changed to a more menacing aura.

“I can when your little prison reformation program is drugging those poor, unfortunate souls against their will, just so they will comply with the regulations needed to be released on parole,” he growled in my ear.

My breath hitched. How could he possibly know my secret? “That is not tru-”

He squeezed harder. “I would think twice about lying to me, firecracker.”

I couldn’t recognize his voice anymore. It was like Sebastian was a completely different person, and despite all my training, all my schooling, I was terrified.

“T-they de-deserved it,” I gasped out. “And I needed the sample group for clinical trials.”

“Ah, yes, the pharmaceutical company that turned down your precious drugs. What did they call you?” He paused like he was thinking. “A mad scientist?” He snapped his fingers like it just came to him.

The darkness I tried so hard to hide in my soul came floating to the surface, and I tried to stumble away from him, but he wouldn’t allow me any space.

“But that’s not your job now, is it, little firecracker?” he murmured.

I shook my head no, hoping with no avail to dislodge him. He squeezed tighter until black spots surrounded my gaze.

“You’ll play along or things will get messy.” He shook me a little as I struggled to respond.

“Y-yes,” I wheezed out. I stared at him, unblinking, trying to keep my composure, but it was no use.

He let go of me, and I dropped like a sack of potatoes, crumbling to the floor. I coughed, gagged, and wheezed, as I tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t look up at him. I wouldn’t. I wanted him to leave me alone while I gathered myself.

My mind spun with a hundred escape plans, but they all seemed futile.

“Stand,” he demanded.

I rose shakily to my feet. Sebastian wrapped a gloved hand around my upper bicep and dragged me into another room. When he flicked on the light, I realized it was the bathroom.

“Fix yourself up, I’ll be right outside.” With that threat, he slammed the door closed.

I sank to the floor and cried like a baby. I didn’t know how I was going to survive this. All my education, and it was like I was a fool trying to walk for the first time.

The weight of it all settled over me like a thick, suffocating fog, but I kept my chin up, my expression unyielding. I would not be caged by his games, not today, never. I might have been surrounded, outnumbered, and far from any sense of safety, but I was still me; a woman who refused to be owned, even by a man who thought he’d already won.

I wasn’t sure what I should do, but I would create a plan and get out of this. For now, I glanced up at the mirror and saw my unsightly appearance. I turned on the water and prepared to do what I was ordered.

Clean the fuck up.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sebastian

Waking up felt like being pulled from the depths of a nightmare I couldn’t remember. My head pounded with an ache that felt all too familiar, the kind that came after one too many drinks, or a night of no sleep. But this time, it was something else, something worse. My surroundings were unfamiliar again, and my pulse quickened at the sight of the lavish room that wasn’t mine. I was getting worse. Wasn’t it bad enough that I woke up in Mya’s bed, with her cunt juices dried on my piercing? This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to me. But it certainly was the first time a woman had accused me of rape.

I could get any pussy I wanted. What would I need to rape her for? She was here for Eden. Not for me. At least, not in that respect. Whatever Mya thought happened, did not happen. Dark curtains blocked out the sun, casting a shadow over the extravagant furniture, and the unsettling feeling of being lost surged through me.

I pushed myself up, my hands gripping the soft sheets that I didn’t recognize. A wave of dizziness hit me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, thinking about my little firecracker.Maybe she’d had an erotic dream and came on to me in her sleep. That would explain why she didn’t remember it. I clearly was deeply asleep, because how else would I not remember getting my cock wet? I rubbed my face, trying to shake the fog from my mind.

Another blackout. Another fucking gap in my memory that I couldn’t explain. It was becoming too regular, too frightening. But I was a mafia Don through and through, so I stood up, my movements slow and deliberate, and made my way to the door. I had to figure out why everything felt so wrong.

Now I was standing outside of a door, and I could hear people in another room. The hustle and bustle of everything going on. Was it breakfast? I followed the noise, my feet heavy against the marble floor. Every step brought me closer to a conversation I wasn’t sure I was ready to have.

A door opened, revealing Mya wearing my shirt over her dress, tied in the center. I paused, my breath hitching at the sight of her. Perfection. I quite liked her looking like this. I couldn’t point it out to her. However, I admired the view from the mirror along the wall, as I walked back toward the party.

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