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She hesitated, her instincts telling her to fight against me, but her common sense won out in the long run. I could see her defenses crumbling, almost hear the gears turning in her head. It was tempting for her; falling into someone who could take care of her for a change. Even if that someone was a monster like me.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time, little mouse. Let me spoil you for just one afternoon.” I let my thumb trail lightly over her cheek, wishing I could feel it on my own. I almost took off my glove just for that, but stopped myself. I’d had women vomit at the sight of me, so I couldn’t trust she wanted my touch. Even though my little doctor hadn’t run yet, it didn’t mean that she wasn’t planning on it.

She let out a soft sigh, biting her lip. I was close. She didn’t know it yet, but she was already mine. Before she knew it, I would be like an infection in her veins. I could see the war inher eyes; my firecracker was struggling to maintain control, the patient who wanted to desperately give in to her desire.

She would surrender. It was just a matter of time. We walked out of the villa, and I helped her into the car while my personal bodyguard just stared. I climbed into my side and started it up. They would follow.

“Where are we going?” she asked again.

I smiled, careful to keep it warm and inviting, even as my mind spun with the darker intentions I hid beneath. “Just a quick trip to look at some jewelry, do some shopping, and some quick errands. Nothing serious, I promise.” I spoke quickly, weaving a fast tale.

Her brows furrowed. “Jewelry?” she repeated, suspicion flaring up, but I was ready.

“I saw the way you were looking at Eden’s engagement ring,” I lied swiftly, layering my voice with false sincerity. “I figured it might be fun to try a few on, see what you like. No pressure, just something beautiful to make you feel appreciated.” We pulled off smoothly.

Her lips parted in surprise, and I could see her wrestling with herself, the pull of the forbidden promise I dangled in front of her. She knew it was wrong, that this crossed every line she’d drawn between us. But that was the beauty of it; Mya was just tired enough to let herself be led, to take that one step too far.

“I don’t know,” she murmured, her resolve weakening with every breath. “This… it doesn’t feel right. At the very least, you are my client. It’s unprofessional.”

I leaned in, my mouth close to her ear, my voice a whisper of seduction laced with the threat of what could happen if she refused. “Sometimes it’s okay to be a little wrong, Doc. Besides, who’s going to know? It’ll be our secret.”

She shivered against me, as my guard and personal driver followed behind us on the road.

Her breath hitched, and I knew I had her. She was caught in my web, tangled in the threads of her own need, and my relentless pursuit. It wasn’t just about the ring; it was about her surrender, her willingness to let me take control.

“Fine,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper, resignation seeping through every syllable. “Just this once.”

I smiled, a victorious gleam flashing in my eyes as I leaned back, offering her my gloved hand. Chicks liked that shit, right? She took it reluctantly, her hand trembling against mine. She was smart, too smart for her own good, but even the sharpest minds have weak points, and I’d found hers.

As we drove, I could feel her tension, the silent war raging inside her. But I didn’t care. I had her exactly where I wanted her; under my thumb, bound to me by the very chains of her own doubt and need.

Dr. Mya Rivers was mine. All fucking mine, and I couldn’t help licking my lips when I looked at her. I felt bad for the poor fucker who thought to steal what’s mine. That could lead to heartbreak.

Today it was jewelry. Soon, it would be something far darker. Our wedding.

CHAPTER SIX

Dr. Mya

I can’t believe that happened. My thoughts were discombobulated. This kidnapper, who hasn’t even had the decency to introduce himself to me, but wanted to marry me? I blinked and sat in the passenger’s seat of a sporty Maserati.

We sped down a highway, and neither of us tried to speak to the other. For me, it was the kidnapping and rape of it all. I needed some time to myself to decompress after everything I’d gone through.

Maybe now would be a good time to take a vacation, if I ever got out of my present situation.

“Sebastian,” he grunted toward me.

“Hmm, is that supposed to be your name, or the name of the destination we are headed to?”

“My name.”

I could feel his eyes on the side of my face, but I refused to look his way.

“I guess I can’t keep calling him kidnapper,” I muttered.

“What are you saying?” he demanded.

I shook my head as I noticed we were exiting. We drove through the streets of a city. I hadn’t seen the sign when we were driving past it, so I wasn’t sure which one. We parked at a high-end boutique and salon, and he helped me out of the car after security surrounded us. They escorted us inside like we were some kind of celebrities, each one silent and deadly, carrying their weapon.

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