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He needs to apologize for kissing me. That was completely out of line. He had no right to do that.

Nestor tilts his head to the side and narrows his eyes at me.

“Next time I want more than just a kiss,” he says, his voice so dark it stops my breath.

My mouth drops open in horror.

“Excuse me.”

He steps closer.

One corner of his mouth curls upwards as he reaches for me, his hand cupping my cheek. I turn my head away from his touch.

“You heard me, Lara. Your father’s debts were staggeringly high. I want more than a kiss.”

“You’re a psychopath,” I shout, bashing his hand away from me.

He chuckles, dangerous and delightful.

I can’t even look at him anymore. The conflicting emotions shooting through me are driving me crazy.

He’s making me completely insane.

Turning my back on him, I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, but it isn’t working.

How can I hate someone so much, but have my body screaming to be touched by him?

I storm away from him, desperate to create space between us before I do something stupid—again.

“Where are you going, little one? Why don’t you stay and have breakfast with me?” his invitation is more of a taunt than anything else.

“Go to hell,” I snap, marching up the stairs towards my bedroom.

***

Over the next week, I try numerous times to escape, and it becomes a sort of game to him, which infuriates me.

He makes me feel like a little mouse in a trap, and he’s the tiger, toying with me, letting me run to the edge before slamming his big paw down on my tail.

I think I am some kind of toy to him.

Nestor has filled my bedroom closet with beautiful clothes, my bathroom has the most luxurious products in it. Anything I could possibly dream of, he’s provided. But I don’t want to be here.

I’m not his pet.

I have to get away.

This can’t be happening. People can’t just kidnap other people without getting into trouble for it.

I’m so worried about my jobs—and my debts. And what the debt collectors are going to do to me when I eventually get out. I need to get back to my life before everything falls apart.

And more importantly, I need to stop being so attracted to this asshole. I still can’t stop thinking about the stupid kiss,and it’s left me wanting more, even though the last thing on this planet that Iwantis to be turned on by that man.

Chapter 7 - Nestor

It’s been almost a week since I kissed her, and I can’t stop thinking about it. I thought I was just playing around with her when I did it—a power move of some sort. But instead, I got completely lost in it. In her. No one has ever turned me on like that.

It must’ve been because of the tension. The argument. Nothing else.