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children,” he says, as if it’s no big deal. I thought it was sex talk. People get off on dirty, wild shit.

“What?” The room begins to sway, and everything goes dark.

“Amor, por favor. Abra sus ojos. Mi esposa. Dove, wake up.” This time, I’m in Victor’s arms as I come to. Our eyes meet, and he releases a sigh of relief before his body tenses up.

“I’m going to kill Avanti,” he snarls, his eyes darkening with rage, sliding me off his lap and onto the seat as he stands.

“The guy who my father owed the money to?” I ask, sliding myself back into my own seat next to his.

He freezes and then whips around to stare at me with his brow arched. “Wait. Tell me why you were there last night—exactly.”

I scoff. “I think you know exactly why I was there. I had to whore off my virginity to a sick fuck so my father could get the money to pay off his debts and they wouldn’t kill us.”

I sense a hint of remorse in his expression before it’s covered with indignation. “I’m going to ignore that comment about me because I can’t say my behavior was gentlemanly last night, but he threatened to kill you?”

“Yes. That’s why I did it. I wouldn’t have done it to save my father, but I became a target, or rather a bargaining chip, the second I hit eighteen. Fresh meat, as they like to say.” He stares as if he’s going to spit venom, but I know it’s not directed at me. He’s angry about my situation, which makes no sense since he capitalized on it, and if he has his way soon, his investment will bear fruit.

“I will take care of this.” He bites his bottom lip and then pulls out his phone, tapping away on the screen before tucking it back in his pocket and sitting down.

“Isn’t the threat over? I mean, they got the money, right?”

“Yes, the babaso did,” he practically spits.

“Are you regretting giving away that much money for a lousy lay?” He grabs my cheeks a little roughly with one hand. It doesn’t hurt, but it has my attention. I’m daring a man who seems to be on the edge, and yet I can’t stop myself from pushing.

Staring into my eyes with deadly anger, he snarls, “Don’t ever talk about yourself like that again. You are my wife and the mother of my children. I won’t allow anyone, including yourself, to demean you. Do you understand, little Dove?”

I nod slightly and then remember to find my voice. “Yes.” He lets go as soon as I give him his answer and returns to his computer, typing furiously.

“Are you hungry?” I am, but I’m afraid to eat in front of him. I look down at my body, and I’m still in just his dress shirt. My nipples hardened through the material, which I’m sure he notices. I have on that tiny scrap of panties my father made me wear, but I’m sure my ass cheeks are obscenely sticking out, or at least they would be if I was standing.

“A little. What time is it?” I ask, pulling up the small throw he must have put on me.

“About eight thirty at night.” I’m completely lost when it comes to time zones, but the last thing I remember, it was only nine at night. How did I go back in time? Or did I miss an entire day? Ugh. My head can’t handle this. I look over at his nearly pristine suit and wonder if he slept at all.

“Oh, goodness. Have you slept?” I’m not sure why I ask, but I do. His face looks a little haggard, but he’s still sexy as hell. It should be a sin to look that good and be so damn bad. The dark scruff on his face has gotten a little thicker, and my fingers itch to reach over and rub it.

“No. I only need a few hours a day, and I still have much to do when we land.” He seems more annoyed by his busy schedule, like kidnapping me was no big deal.

“You know this is wrong, right? You’re kidnapping me,” I explain, trying to put up a fight like I’m not his puppet to do with as he pleases.

“Mi pequena, I committed a crime when I paid to fuck away your innocence.” My hand comes up before I can think about it, and I slap his face with all my strength. I flinch back, waiting for him to return the favor. He cuffs my wrist and brings it to his face again. This time his mouth parts and his lips kiss my palm. “Forgive me. That was quite rude of me. I will let this one slide because that was crude of me, but if you raise your hand to me again, I will bend you over my knee and spank that pretty little ass of yours and fuck your soaking wet pussy until you cream for me. I will tolerate a lot from you, but I will not tolerate you hurting yourself.”

“So, what am I, then? A girlfriend? A—” He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me, and shamefully it works.

“You are my wife, of course.”

“Wife? I don’t recall a wedding. What was in that drink they gave me?”

“I do not know, but when I find out, I’ll have their heads. I’m a proud man, but even I know that what I did to you shouldn’t have you passed out for half a day.”

“It tasted funny, but I’ve never had a drink before. My father had strict rules for me, which I’m sure you will too as well.”

“That is correct. I will expect you to behave, but I will inform you that you are my wife, and that makes you an equal. When you give our staff an order, they will obey it. Unless it goes against my wishes.”

“Of course.” I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair,

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