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“You’re a monster,” I whispered.

“I never said anything to the contrary.” He climbed in bed with me.

“I-I thought Riccardo was worse, but I think you both are equally as bad.”

“And it’s high time you realized there’s no getting away from us.”

“But what about my life in America?”

“You’re my wife now. We will move your practice here. Besides, you don’t want anything to do with that prison reform system since they let Eden’s uncle out. The city wants his blood for what he did to those women.”

I gasped. “I don’t want to stay here.”

He shrugged. “Why not, you can be a psychiatrist here. I’ll make sure of it.”

I spluttered, “Y-you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Sebastian paused, his head tilted with a smirk on his face, like he found me amusing. “I do, do I?”

“Yes, there’s no way I can stay here and be your wife forever,” I muttered.

“You’re protesting an awful lot, my little mouse.” He pulled my body close to his, and I could feel his erection throbbing against my stomach.

I held my breath, expecting him to roll me on my back, further injuring me, but to my surprise, Sebastian rolled me on top of him.

“Ride me, wifey.”

I rolled my hips, and gave in to his carnal demand.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Sebastian

My head pounded like a drum as I woke up, disoriented, the sheets tangled around my legs. Every muscle in my body felt heavy, weighed down by a restless, dreamless sleep that clung to me like fog. I rubbed my eyes, forcing myself to focus, but the room was too damn bright, the light stabbing at my temples.

I spent the night showing Mya that I cared about her far more than she could imagine. I didn’t want to put a name to this feeling, but my chest ached at the thought of my wife. She was perfection personified, like she’d been handcrafted by God for me.

I reached for her when I didn’t feel her weight on my chest any longer, and my cock wasn’t cocooned in her warm sheath. I opened my eyes and saw that the bed was empty.

The sheets were cool to the touch.

I slid out of bed and threw on a pair of boxers, then went to search for my wife. I walked around for a good fifteen minutes before panic set in. I ran to the back of the villa, and noticed that the back door to the servants’ entrance was wide the hell open.

I rushed outside and saw a coffee mug on the railing of the porch. I grabbed it, and it was cool to the touch. Mya had been out here for a long time, it seemed. I looked, but couldn’t see her anywhere, so I headed to the security office.

One of the men wasn’t at his post, because the office was empty when I arrived. He would pay for that. I watched the tapes for hours, before finding what I was searching for.

Mya had been grabbed from the back entrance, when she stepped outside with her fresh cup of coffee. She hadn’t tried to leave me. She’d been kidnapped, and without Samuel by my side, I was going to have to rely on another ally.

“Cowen, I need your help,” I said when he picked up on the first ring.

“What can I do for you?”

“I need to hunt down who stole my wife.” I could hear the keyboard in the background. Cowen never left his house. He was a liaison of sorts with my family. A criminal hacker working for the FBI.

“Are you going to give me the number for your sister-in-law?” he joked.

“Not on your life. Besides, she’s happily married.”

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