A whimper escaped her lips as she imagined the scenarios. He could rape her and she couldn’t fight back. He could kill her and there was nothing she could do.

Terror and rage hit her so hard she thought if she had the use of her arms, she would pick up the butter knife and slam it through his eyeball.

Volkan reached out to catch a tear as it trickled from her eye. He brought it to his lips, sucking it off his finger. He continued to crouch next to her, studying her, running his fingers through her hair. His gaze held manic triumph.

After a few minutes of mindlessly petting her, he stood and walked away.

She watched as he strode into the kitchen and opened the fridge, then returned to the table holding what looked like a chocolate shake. He bent over to pick up the napkin that had fallen off her lap. Then he set the cup against her lips and, gripping her jaw in his other hand, tipped the liquid into her mouth. Unable to close her throat against the invasion, she had no choice but to allow the liquid to slip down her throat.

She swallowed automatically, then choked, spitting some of it out. It tasted fine, like a chocolate shake with strawberries or something, but being force-fed anything was a terrible feeling.

Volkan calmy wiped the spilled liquid from her chin and continued to feed her. “You need to get something in you, and this is the only thing I can safely give you while your muscles are paralyzed.” He gave her a chiding look. “You’ll have to do better tomorrow. I don’t want you to lose weight.”

Then don’t paralyze me, you absolute freaking psycho!

“Ah, I can see the defiance in your eyes, Yasmin.” He set the empty cup on the table and used the napkin to clean her face, then leaned in close and pressed a kiss to her lips. It was a weird feeling. His lips were warm and soft as they brushed hers. She could feel everything, but she couldn’t respond. “As much as I enjoy those beautiful flames that ignite every time you think something nasty, I need you to see how serious I am about your obeying me.”

He reached down and picked her up out of the chair, holding her to his chest. Once again, she found herself in his arms after he’d drugged her. Twice in one day. That had to be some kind of record.

He strode through the penthouse and back into the master bedroom where he laid her on the bed and reached for the hem of her shirt.