She opened her suitcase and dug through it until she found a fresh T-shirt and pair of leggings. Her gaze caught on the button-up shirt and jeans he’d stripped from her and, shuddering at the feeling of violation, quickly shoved them into her suitcase. She pulled out her toiletry kit and went into the washroom.

Closing the door, she engaged the lock, hoping Volkan wouldn’t try to come in. No part of her trusted him. He had no boundaries, and she was certain he would think nothing of breaking into the bathroom while she was in there. She decided against the shower, unable to bring herself to get naked, wet, and vulnerable while Volkan was nearby.

Instead, she used a washcloth to clean her face, then changed her panties and pulled on fresh clothes. Then she paced the washroom until she thought she could handle seeing Volkan again without falling to pieces.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way into the main part of the penthouse, looking for Volkan. A big part of her hoped he’d be gone. That he had to leave for something and had conveniently left the front door unlocked. No such luck. He was preparing food in the kitchen, pulling what smelled like Thai food from takeout containers and arranging it on a couple of plates.

He looked up when he heard her and his eyes glowed with that look she was beginning to recognize; burning possession. She took a step back.

“You didn’t shower,” he commented.

How did he know?

“Your hair isn’t wet and I didn’t hear the water.”

“I don’t always wash my hair when I shower,” she countered.

He ignored her argument and said in a disapproving tone, “You need to do as I tell you, Yasmin.”

She felt a flair of resentment at his bullying. “I’m not used to following orders.”

“I’m responsible for you now,” he said in a reasonable tone. He came around the counter toward her. “If you won’t take care of yourself, then I’ll have to do it for you.”

She gasped and took several steps away from him. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, I will take you into that bathroom and wash you myself.” He stopped in front of her. “Now, do you plan on showering, or do you need my help?”

Chapter Thirteen

Yasmin shook her head. “No, I don’t need help.”

“Good,” he said pleasantly, going back to dishing up the Thai food. “It’s important that you learn to follow orders early in our relationship. I will always have your best interests at heart, so you don’t need to worry that I’ll lead you into harm.”