He pulled her closer.
“-those are my conjugal rights. And I shall not be denied.”
Kira couldn’t move.
The man’s arms were like shackles, binding the two of them together.
His breathing was getting heavier.
Underneath the suit, his body was heating up.
He was grinding his hips against her.
His scent was overwhelming.
His tongue chased hers.
When she felt his erection, she struggled harder, trying to wrestle herself free.
“No!”
Giana was lying less than five metres away.
How could he do this?
Austyn didn’t stop.
He kissed her harder, running one hand through her hair and the other over her buttocks.
There was not an inch of space between them.
‘Please! Don’t!”
She was begging and crying.
The despair and fear in her voice stopped him dead.
He pulled back.
Kira shoved him away and choked back a sob.
She didn’t want to wake Giana.
Austyn gritted his teeth.
She was afraid of him?
Kira put one hand over her mouth to muffle her crying.
My Cofugal Rights
Violent sobs racked her whole body.
He touched her cheek.
She slapped his hand away.
When she stopped trembling, Kira looked up at him.
Her voice quavered. ‘Please, just leave. I don’t want Giana to be disturbed.”
He backed away one step.
Relief flooded her face.
She couldn’t wait to get rid of him.
That thought pained him more than he cared to admit.
‘This is my hospital,‘ he said in a quiet, menacing voice
He took a step forward.
Kira shrank back against the wall.
‘I can do whatever I want here.‘
He invaded her personal space, then took it over as his own.
To whomever I want.”
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