She shook her head and more sobs spilled from her lips. “I can’t let you hurt him. He didn’t know. It wasn’t his fau — ”

He pressed a finger over her lips, cutting off the flow of her words. “Hush, küçük olan. It doesn’t matter. I’ll find this Dustin with or without your help. You need to calm down now. You’ve had an emotional evening.”

Now she was really crying, the tears dripping down her face.

An emotional evening? She felt like her guts had been ripped out, played with by one of those monster children who breaks all their toys, then shoved back inside with no care as to where they belong.

First, he’d forced her to spend the day shopping while choosing everything for her, then he’d taken her to a restaurant where he’d nearly thrown a server off the roof. Now… this? No, it was too much. She was falling to pieces and there was no chance she would ever get put back together again in the correct order.

Volkan scooped her up off the couch, holding her against his chest. Ignoring her squeak of protest, he carried her into the bedroom, then through to the ensuite. “I know what you need.”

“Volkan…” So far she’d hated all of his ideas. “What are you doing?”

“I’m drawing you a bath,” he said, setting her on her feet. He steadied her as she swayed, then turned on the taps, reaching over to close the plug.

A bath didn’t sound so bad. She was sore, and the fluid between her thighs felt sticky.

Volkan continued, “Then, I’m going to give you an orgasm so you’ll feel better.”

Chapter Twenty-One

“What?” she gasped, backing away from him. “No, Volkan. I don’t want you to touch me again.”

He snatched her wrist, dragging her to his side. “You don’t know what you want. The first time you had sex you didn’t enjoy it, probably because he was some sweaty high school swine with more hands than brains.”

He wasn’t wrong, but she was pretty sure she hadn’t been much better, with her fumbling lack of experience and overactive mind.

“And your second experience was too rough.” Volkan reached behind her to draw the zipper of her dress down her back. An involuntary shiver ran through her as his fingers trailed down her spine. “I apologize for that. I lost my temper, which seems to be something I do around you. You make me volatile and out of control sometimes.”

It surprised her that he was apologizing, but she didn’t like the way he excused his behaviour, blaming her for what amounted to rape. Oh god. She’d been kidnapped and raped. There was only one thing left in the unholy trinity of the stalker’s playbook. Murder.