"No, don't..."
Damaris pushed against him, instinctively recoiling. "You already had your way with me once today. I need to rest."
But Lawrence simply held her tighter, peppering kisses along her jawline. "But baby, I'm going crazy. Feel me. I'm burning up for you. What if I lose my mind from holding back? Then who's going to make you scream?"
Damaris was utterly speechless.
Despicable!
Absolutely shameless!
She didn't want any part of his twisted brand of pleasure!
He grabbed her hand, threading his fingers tightly through hers until their palms were locked.
Their breathing mingled in the heavy silence as he called her 'baby' over and over again, as if hoping his obsessive mantra could melt the ice around her heart.
A long time later, Lawrence finally wrapped an arm around her and guided her out of the vast closet.
"My baby, you look completely stunning in that dress. Why don't you wear one every single day?"
He continued making his demands as they walked.
Damaris's face was flushed, her gaze brimming with resistance, yet an undeniable undercurrent of terror flickered in her eyes.
"It's uncomfortable."
"But you look so good in it."
Lawrence was relentless, nuzzling her neck as he wheedled. "Just wear it. You look so beautiful. The most gorgeous girl I've ever laid eyes on."
Damaris didn't have the strength to fight him on it.
He practically carried her into the grand dining room, settling her at a long table laden with all her favorite dishes.

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