“You’re in my London penthouse,” he told her, his hands sliding up her arms to grip the sleeves of her shirt.

She looked down and gasped. The buttons of her shirt were undone and it was gaping open, her bra exposed to Volkan’s heated gaze. She tried covering her breasts, her movements clumsy, but he took her wrists and pushed them away.

“You’re too beautiful to hide,” he murmured, his gaze on her exposed skin. He pushed the sleeves of her shirt off her arms.

She slapped at his hands and tried to move away, but he easily knocked her efforts aside and stripped the shirt from her body.

“Stop it!” she cried out.

He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him.

“It’s time to stop fighting what we have between us. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you outside by that trash bin and my desire for you has only grown stronger since then.” He slid his hand into the front of her shirt and cupped her breast over her bra. “We’re meant to be together, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you, to make you fall in love with me.”

She stared at him in horror. He was crazy. He was a crazy rich person who believed he could do anything he wanted. He’d kidnapped her!

“No!” she gripped his wrist and tried to shove his hand away, but he refused to budge. “I don’t love you and I don’t want to be here!”

His hand tightened and his eyes reflected a manic glow, like some demon was driving him. “You may not love me now, but you will.”

His fingers clenched into the soft tissues of her breast, driving a gasp from her lips. It didn’t hurt, but the threat was clear. She stopped trying to pull his hand away.

“You’ll see how much I love you when I lay the world at your feet. I’ll give you everything your heart can possibly desire and you won’t have a choice but to love me back.”

His once sexy accent became sinister to her ears, and she wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there.

“You kidnapped me.” She stated the obvious, still in shock. Maybe she just needed to be sure they were on the same page. That this was indeed a kidnapping. It seemed so fantastical that she was having trouble wrapping her mind around the concept.

He sighed and slid his hands up and down her arms in what she suspected he thought was a soothing manner, but right at the moment his touch made her feel sick. She wanted to push him away, but she also wanted to know what was happening to her and he was the only one available to answer her questions.