They’d been together for a day and already he was training her to be a good little captive.

He took his hand from her panties and got off her, smoothing her dress down her thighs before helping her stand. He took her shoulders in his hands and smiled gently at her before kissing her forehead. Before releasing her, he leaned down to speak next to her ear. “I expect an answer to my proposal before we arrive in Turkey tomorrow evening.”

Chapter Sixteen

Despite the terrible beginning to their evening out, it went surprisingly well… at least the beginning part. Volkan made sure that Yasmin never had an opportunity to get away from him or interact with anyone who might help her. At first, she was anxious, searching for any way to escape, but when she realized there was none, she relaxed and went with the flow. What other choice did she have?

They took the elevator from the penthouse down to the garage where Volkan’s vehicle was waiting for them. As they stepped off the elevator, Henry, Volkan’s bodyguard, met them.

“Mr. Kartel,” He greeted Volkan before turning to Yasmin. “Ms. Mahdi. Good evening.” He turned to speak directly to Volkan. “Everything is set for the evening.”

“Good,” Volkan said, then took Yasmin’s arm and led her to the car where the driver opened the door for them.

Yasmin balked, noticing it was the same man who’d drugged her. His face swam before her as a wave of dizziness hit her, the memory of what had happened freezing her to the spot.

Volkan’s hand was warm at her back and she felt safer in his presence. Which was completely laughable considering he’d drugged her too and done much worse things. She was in a bad way if she was looking to the orchestrator of her suffering for protection.

“Yasmin,” Volkan said, bending to speak in her ear. “You haven’t properly met Zeke yet. He delivered you safely into my keeping.”

“I remember,” she managed to gasp.

Zeke looked at her with a cool expression, nodding in greeting. She edged past him and slid into the car.

Volkan slid in next to her. When she tried to move further from him, he grabbed her arm and sat her next to him in the middle seat. He reached around her for the seatbelt, buckling her in.

The drive to the restaurant took about twenty minutes and Yasmin was able to see some of London. It was spectacular, especially as the sun was setting and the skyscrapers overhead were lighting up as rays hit the windows.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, craning her head to see past Volkan.