As they stepped onto the elevator, Yasmin remembered her promise to have sex with him. Willingly.

Chapter Nineteen

The closer they got to Volkan’s penthouse the harder her heart pounded, the damper her palms got, the drier her mouth felt. She felt like breaking down and sobbing again, which would be the second time that day. A lot for someone who hardly ever cried. Maybe the tears would sway Volkan, but she didn’t think so. He seemed determined to have sex with her.

After they arrived in the underground parking lot, he reached around her to unlatch her seatbelt, then pulled her from the vehicle. She avoided eye contact with his men as he walked her to the elevator and hit the button.

The door had barely closed when he pushed her against the side of the elevator, dipping his head to bury his face in the crook of her neck. She gasped as he licked her, then nipped at her skin, sucking on it until she was sure he would leave a bruise.

Her heart accelerated, but this time it was from the sensations of his skilled lips at her throat. She hated that he could pull any feelings from her, let alone pleasure, but she wasn’t in charge of her libido.

She tried pushing him away. “Not here, Volkan.”

He refused to budge. “I own the building. No one will disturb us between here and the penthouse. I’ve been wanting to do this all evening. Since you stepped out of the bedroom in a dress that clings so beautifully to every curve that it makes me want to cut out the eyes of everyone who looks at you.”

“You chose the dress for me!” she protested, still pushing against his shoulders. Unable to move him, she ducked under his arm and rushed to the other side of the elevator where she pressed her back against the wall, her hand at her neck where he’d bitten her. The spot tingled and sent sparks of pleasure straight to her nipples. She reminded herself that he was a psychopath and lifted her chin, glaring at him. “You can’t go around threatening to hurt everyone who looks at me or speaks to me. It’s barbaric.”

He stared at her, a satanic glow in his eyes, his dark hair ruffled from burying his head against her. “Then call me barbaric,” he said in a deep, guttural voice, reaching for her. “Because I won’t tolerate interference where you’re concerned. I will murder anyone who gets between us.”

She shivered as he dragged her against his chest, crushing her lips beneath his. She believed him. She believed he would murder anyone who tried to part them.