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“You heard me.” I stepped closer. “This is the second time you’ve found yourself in my bedroom. If you want to sleep with me, all you have to do is ask. I’m a reasonable man.” I approached her and she broke out in a disbelieving—mocking—smile.
“I told you I got lost.”
“And I told you to get in the bed.”
“I’ll pass.” She stepped around me and I turned, gripping her nape. I yanked her back to my front and her body went rigid.
My hand slipped to the front of her throat and I tightened my fingers, forcing her head to fall back on my shoulder.
I could feel her swallow beneath my palm and I lowered my lips to her ear.
“Let me go,” she whispered, but it only fell on deaf ears.
“I have a better idea.” I dragged the muzzle of my gun down the valley of her breasts and she sucked in a short breath.
“Antonio…” she murmured.
Steadily, I trailed the muzzle lower, stopping just above the waistband of her shorts.
The needle pricked her skin and her body went stiff for a second before she murmured, “Dammit.” And collapsed in my arms.
I pressed my nose to her hair, deeply inhaling her addictive scent. My eyes fell closed, the warmth of her body in my arms fucking over any rationality I had left.
CHAPTER 14
Nirah
When my eyes fluttered open, the ceiling had turned into two… three… four… they all blurred into one then separated again.
I groaned, pressing my palms to my eyes, and rubbing excessively before opening them again.
This time, my body felt heavy as I sat upright, trailing my eyes around the space. This isn’t my room.
Frantically, I shot to my feet, stumbling back and landing hard on my ass. No no no.
I tripped over my feet as my wobbly legs carried me to the door. Shaking my head in attempt to brush off the daze I was in, I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping into a narrow hallway.
The bright lights above my head forced me to squint my eyes as I dragged my legs further.
I halted, glancing around to see Antonio seated with his cellphone to his ear and a laptop on the table in front of him.
I swallowed in an attempt to soothe my scratchy throat and watched him lower his cellphone to the table again.
With a steady hand on the wall, I leaned all my weight on it. “You drugged me again,” I slurred, using the wall for support.
When he didn’t even bat an eye at my words, much less my presence, my blood curdled. “Stop fucking drugging me, you asshole.”
Finally, his eyes lifted to me. “How else am I supposed to get my wife to rest?”
My eyes narrowed.
“You’ve found yourself in my bedroom one too many times. Why are you so restless, wife?”
“I’m not.”
He gave me a single nod. “Then why, after everything you’ve done, do you still find yourself in my bedroom at night?”
I could only swallow the words that never came.
