Yasmin turned on her heel and slammed her free hand into the emergency exit door. It flew open and smashed into the wall. She lunged through, but there was a guard standing on the other side holding a gun, which he pointed at her. The second he saw her face, he pointed the gun away from her, then stepped toward her. She lifted her can of cooking spray, but before she could get him, an arm yanked her back into a very hard, very naked body. A hand slapped hers with enough force to knock the cooking spray away from her. She was lifted off her feet and dragged backwards, kicking and screaming into the entryway.

The guard she’d attacked glared at her as Volkan pulled her past him. Volkan stopped in front of the man and looked him up and down. “Did you touch her?”

He looked confused for a second, then a look of horror flashed across his face before he schooled his expression. Yasmin stopped fighting and stared at the man. She thought about her desperate bid for freedom and realized he’d touched her for a split second. He hadn’t hurt her though. He’d been trying to stop her. Still, given the way Volkan asked the question and that split second look of horror, she suspected the guards had been given orders not to touch her.

She made eye contact with the guard and gave her head a slight shake, which Volkan saw.

He one-arm lifted her off her feet and growled in her ear, his eyes on the guard. “Don’t encourage my men to lie to me. They know the punishment will be much worse if I find out.” He sank his teeth into her ear and bit down hard enough to make it hurt. Yasmin cried out, and he released her ear. His gaze sought the guard again. “The truth.”

The guard nodded. “I tried to stop her, so I grabbed her arm.”

“Yet you were explicitly told never to touch my woman.”

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”

“No, it won’t.” Volkan said grimly.

Yasmin suspected this was a no-win situation for the guard. He was probably also given orders not to allow her to escape. Yet how could he possibly do that without touching her?

Volkan strode with her to the penthouse door and kicked it open with his foot. He shoved her through. “Stay here,” he said, then turned to the other guard who’d come through the emergency exit door. “Watch her.”

He followed Yasmin into the flat as she backed away from him, clutching the halves of her borrowed jacket together. “Volkan, what are you going to do?”

His dark, emotionless eyes met hers. “I’m going to show my security staff what happens when they don’t follow my orders to the letter. He will take your punishment and you will think twice next time to involve my people.”