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I clench my fists. “Definitely not.”

He walks inside and shuts the door. “Such a liar, Gwen.”

“I’m not a liar.” I hold my head high. “I wish you’d never come back.”

His eyes narrow and he stalks toward me like an angry wolf. Once he’s a foot from me, he stops, as if suddenly clawing himself back from the edge. “Be careful how you speak to me. I won’t hesitate to punish you.”

“What is this all about?”

“I told you already. I’m stealing everything from Piero.”

I chew on my lip. “Yes, but what’s my fate? Are you going to kill me?”

He starts laughing, a deep and wicked sound. “No, that would be counterproductive. I’m going to marry you.”

My throat starts to close as I stare into his chestnut brown eyes. “There’s no way I’m getting married to you. I don’t know your name.”

The man’s hand wraps forcefully around my throat and he yanks me to my feet. “I’ve told you to call me captain, princess,” he murmurs, his lips moving against the shell of my ear. “Because you’ll answer to no one but me.”

This man is infuriating, and while he’s caught off guard, I manage to lift my knee and slam it into his balls.

“Motherfucker!” he growls as he doubles over.

I rush to the door, as I noticed he didn’t lock it. The moment the door is open, I sprint left the way we’d come in, hoping beyond hope that I make it to the door.

“Run all you like, Gwen. There’s nowhere for you to go,” he calls. “If I have to restrain you and drag you to the altar, I’m going to do it.”

I glance back toward the bedroom to find he’s not running after me. Instead he’s walking casually. It terrifes me, as I’m sure it means he’s right. He isn’t worried about where I run, because I won’t make it anywhere.

Even so, I keep running, only to slam into Mary-Anne, who glares at me. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Thanks, Ma,” the guy says.

My eyes widen. “You’re his mother?”

Mary-Anne smirks at me. “Of course, and you need to go back to your room.” She turns me around, forcing me to face the monster who has captured me; the monster she brought into this world.

“You’re as sick as him.”

The woman sneers at me as Cillian grabs the back of my neck and drags me back into the bedroom, his eyes hot with rage. “You’re going to have to learn to obey, and no one insults my ma.” With that, he forces me over the bed and lifts the hem of my dress up, the same dress I’ve been wearing for over two days now.

His hand swats my ass, far more forcefuly than the other day.

I yelp at the pain radiating from the spot of impact, unable to catch my breath as he does the same on the other side, repeating over and over until I’m panting in agony and yet throbbing between my thighs.

I can’t deny that his dominance turns me on.

“Have you learned your lesson yet, naughty girl?” he purrs, his voice like velvet.

I remain silent, clenching my thighs together as the need for release heightens. But I don’t respond. His fingers slip between my legs, causing me to gasp for air as he rubs circles around the wetness that has been building since he started spanking me.

Cillian groans when he feels it, his grip tightening around my waist as he pulls me up so that my back presses against his chest. His breath tickles my neck as he whispers in a voice filled with lust and danger. “Good girl.”

Oh fuck.

I don’t know what it is about him calling me that, but I’m about ready to beg him to fuck me.

No. I can’t think like that.

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