She froze as his hand traced from her shoulder to her waist, her body tensing at the contact. The moment she tried to pull away, his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Look at me," he commanded, but she kept her gaze fixed downward—speaking to him directly was forbidden. When she refused to obey, his grip tightened on her arm, forcing her eyes to meet his. "You don't know what you do to me," he murmured, and instinct took over. She pushed him away hard. His fists clenched. Anger flashed across his features as he stalked toward her. "Come here. Now." She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "Please, master—" He moved with predatory speed, closing the distance before she could reach the door. She screamed as he hauled her onto his shoulder and threw her onto the bed. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but what terrified her more was the raw hunger in his bloodshot eyes as he loomed over her. "You're mine, baby girl. Only mine," he whispered, descending closer. "Please, let me go," she begged, her voice breaking. He laughed—a wild, unhinged sound that echoed through the room. "Let you go? Never." His possessive grip tightened as he claimed what he considered his own, leaving no room for escape or refusal.