He let her go and she stumbled back, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. When she took her fingers away, she saw blood. She glared at him. “You’re a monster, Volkan!”

“You want a monster?” he raged, storming toward her. “I’ll give you a monster.”

She tried backing away, but he grabbed her, swinging her off the floor and lifting her high before tossing her over his shoulder. As her stomach hit him, the breath whooshed out of her and she went limp. Before she could recover, he strode into the bedroom and threw her on the bed where she hit so hard, she bounced.

He landed on her, knocking the breath from her for the second time in less than a minute. His lips covered hers once more and he used his fingers to pry her jaw open, kissing her with enough force that she felt his teeth smack into hers. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, sweeping every part of it, before choking her.

She panicked, screaming into his mouth and shaking her head. She beat him with her fists until he took her wrists in an unbreakable hold and dragged them over her head where he pinned them with one large hand. He reached down her dress, dragging the skirt up until her legs were bared.

He broke their kiss to drop his face to her throat, sucking the skin into his mouth and biting, marking her.

“Volkan!” she shouted his name just as his fingers found the edge of her panties. He shoved them through the elastic and buried them in the folds of her vagina. “No! Don’t!”

He stopped moving, but he didn’t remove his hand.

“Do you have something to say to me, Yasmin?”

Oh god, oh god! How could he sound so calm? His fingers were still touching her pussy, though he hadn’t gone any further than to stroke her labia. Still, the threat of more was there.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” She should have known better than to piss him off. He’d warned her, but she’d let her emotions get the better of her.

He lifted his head to look at her and what she saw in his gaze made her heart pound even harder than it already was, terror flooding her brain. His face was triumphant and filled with lust, but that wasn’t what freaked her out so much. It was the cold control she saw there. He knew exactly what he was doing. Might have even planned it.

Nausea rolled through her as she realized what he was doing to her. He was torturing her just so she would be grateful when he stopped… if he stopped. He was showing her that he was the one in control, that he could change from benevolent, loving boyfriend to monster in the space of a heartbeat.