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Winchester. One read take one a day for anxiety. The instruction labels on all the others had been torn

so I couldn’t tell what they were or what they treated.

I made a mental note to asked him, just not anytime soon. I closed the cabinet, looked at the

shower and considered a bath, but my stomach and nerves protested that idea. I took a deep breath. I

turned and looked down at the door handle. The thought of going back into that room unnerved me.

But I knew I had to lest he freaked out again. I opened the door and was startled when I came face-to-

face with Adam. He was standing right outside the door, the same sad look from earlier had returned

to his face.

Nervously, I chewed at my bottom lip and wondered if I should ask him what was wrong, just

to see where his head was. I didn’t get the chance. He turned and stalked back to the other side of the

room where the food was waiting. I followed him quietly, figuring if I had done something wrong, he

would have told me.

F I V E

She had locked the fucking door. I fumed silently at her slight against me. Why was she purposely

trying to hurt me? Feeling my anger mounting, I took a deep breath to compose myself. The rational

side of me knew the circumstances surrounding how she ended up here with me would cause a few

hiccups in my plan. I had kidnapped her and tied her to our bed. But no one had ever accused me of

being rational.

Psycho.

Should I really expect her to trust me? The voice in my head screamed no, but my heart said

yes. And why did she have to ask about Jenny? Nothing else mattered in this room beside us.

Regardless, I didn’t feel it was any of her business. I wouldn’t hold her past against her, so she

shouldn’t hold mine against me.

I rolled my neck to relieve some of the tension that had built up. I took a sip of my Scotch and

concentrated on her eating instead of my jumbled thoughts. Her lips wrapping around the fork made

me ache to have them wrapped around my cock. I shifted in my seat. I tried to think of nonsexual

things, but it was hard when all I wanted to do was throw her on the bed and fuck my progeny into

her.

However, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t force her. No matter what, I wouldn’t take her

against her will. My ego wouldn’t allow me to. I wanted her to beg for me, to yearn for the pleasure I