Anger suffused his face and he gripped her throat, pinning her against the couch cushion behind her. “I’ve been with one virgin,” he said. “And I know you’re one as well.” She was starting to suspect he wanted her to be a virgin because the alternative wasn’t acceptable to him.

She cried out in pain as he pulled out and shoved himself back in with possessive force.

“A virgin,” he growled.

“Unless you’ve been following me around since I hit puberty, you can’t possibly know that I’m a virgin!”

“I have your medical records,” he argued glaring down at her as he ground his hips into hers, forcing himself deeper. “You aren’t on birth control and you aren’t getting regular STI checks.”

The pain flared again, but so did the tingling that had pulled at her before he pushed himself inside her. She grunted as he pulled out and pushed back in.

“That just means I’m not sexually active!” she yelled, losing her temper. “I’m not a freaking virgin, you giant jerk!”

She probably should’ve realized what would come with a declaration like that, but in her defence, Yasmin wasn’t thinking clearly. There was an enormous cock stretching her from the inside, a psychopath kidnapper on top of her, and tingles of pleasure racing through her body in a wholly unwanted build-up to what she suspected was going to be an orgasm.

Before she could do anything though, his grip on her throat tightened and he leaned over her until his face was looming so close to hers their noses touched. “Give me their names.”

His growl was so chilling it send a cold shiver down her spine and the little tingles she’d been experiencing evaporated, replaced by fear. “Wh-what?”

“I want the names of every man you’ve fucked.”

She could swear she could feel his cock throbbing inside her, as angry as the rest of him. She shook her head, but his fingers tightened again until he’d cut off most of her airway.

“Please, Volkan, you’re hurting me,” she gasped.

“Names,” he ordered, his eyes so dark it was like she was looking into the depths of hell. Tears sparked in her eyes and she shook her head. He lifted her up by the neck and slammed her back down into the cushions. “Now, Yasmin.”

“Why?” she choked out.

“You know why,” he said, an unholy gleam entering his eyes. “I’m going to find them and cut their dicks off. Make damn sure they pay for touching what should’ve been mine.”

“You’re insane!” she gripped his wrist and struggled to unseat him. He was too heavy though, and all she managed to do was bruise herself against him.

“Maybe I am,” he agreed, “but you won’t change my mind.”