“Oh really,” he said, his voice husky and teasing. “I’m pretty sure I heard you call me a God. I guess we’ll have to do it again and find out.”

“No, no, no!” She tried to squirm away from him in the water, but he held her anchored to the side of the tub with his arm.

He strummed her clit again, but this time with enough force to make her jerk and gasp.

“It’s too much, Volkan!”

Ignoring her, he growled in her ear, “Say my name again. I fucking love it.”

She bit her lip, but she was losing herself to the sensations that were rapidly overwhelming her once again. She tensed, feeling the orgasm build even higher this time. “Volkan!” she shouted, her entire body spasming. She reached back and, gripping his head, soaked him with streaming water.

He grunted in her ear, clearly enjoying what he was doing to her.

As she came down from the high of two earth-shattering orgasms, he held her, stroking her body with his hands and pressing kisses to her throat when her head lolled to the side.

“You didn’t call me God that time, but it’s even more pleasurable to hear your sweet voice shouting my name.”

She laughed, then lifted a hand to cover her mouth. Why was she laughing? He wasn’t amusing; he was a kidnapper who’d touched her intimately against her will. She got off on his touch. No, no, no. She shouldn’t have done that. What kind of person was she?

She shoved away from him and moved to the other side of the tub, gripping her knees protectively against her chest. Tears burned in her eyes and she refused to look at him.

He sighed heavily. “I had hoped the regrets wouldn’t come so quickly.” He reached across the water tub and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “This was going to happen whether or not you consented. It’s better that you enjoy my touch because we’ll be doing this again, often. I won’t be denied the body of my wife.”

“I’m not your wife,” she mumbled.

His grip on her tightened until she could feel each finger biting into her jaw. “You will be. There’s no other choice.”

He stood, still gripping her face, leaned over the tub and pressed a stinging kiss of possession against her lips. He stared down at her, his hold on her face easing. For a moment, he looked haunted. Regret? Maybe if he regretted his actions, he might let her go. Her heart leapt at the possibility, but then he moved away, releasing her.

He picked up a towel and gestured at her to come to him.