They were tangled together on the sofa. He devoured her mouth with bruising intensity while she lay trapped, forced to endure the onslaught.
Sensing her distress, the baby gave a sudden, sharp flutter in her womb.
Helena gasped and shoved her hands against his chest, desperate for air.
Instead of backing off, he pressed his advantage, deepening the kiss until she felt utterly consumed, her resistance crumbling under his overwhelming physical dominance.
Her strength drained away, leaving her breathless and trembling.
"Who gave you permission to call me by my full name?" he growled against her lips, his voice laced with dark irritation.
He hated it when she called him Sebastian. In his mind, she was supposed to be his sweet, obedient shadow, clinging to his arm and calling him "Darling" with starry-eyed adoration. It fueled his massive ego and satisfied his need for absolute control.
The defiant, icy woman beneath him right now only pissed him off.
She didn't answer. She was too exhausted, and her pride wouldn't allow it.
"Be a good girl. Call me darling," he coaxed, his tone shifting back to that dangerous, velvet purr.
He stared down at her, their faces mere inches apart. The intimacy was suffocating, lined with a razor-wire threat that demanded total compliance.
His eyes flicked toward the monitor on the wall. "Wynn just made it to his room."
The casual sentence landed like a bomb.
Helena's eyes blew wide. Her trembling hand, which had been pushing against his chest, slowly unclenched and wrapped around his collar.


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