His words hung in the air, a promise and a threat that sent a fresh shudder through her. He stood, his own strength seemingly returned, and pulled her up from the desk. His grip on her arm was firm, possessive, as he led her out of the study, down the dark hallway, and into her bedroom.

The space was dominated by a large bed, and the air still carried the faint, foreign scent of her perfume. Rohan seemed to notice it too, his jaw tightening. He looked at Isha, at her nakedness, her swollen lips, and the mess he’d made on her stomach, and a dark, possessive gleam lit his eyes.