Fire & Vice: Prisoner of Fortune
She gasped and cringed back into the cushions of the couch.
Khalid shoved a hand impatiently through his hair. "Much as I would like to take you to my bed, I did promise to give you time to get used to the situation. I want you to understand that I keep my word, Shania. As long as you're co-operative, I will leave you alone, until you wish it otherwise."
She raised wide amber eyes to his and nodded, smiling slightly. "Thank you," she said huskily.
Fuck, Khalid thought. For some reason her quiet words gutted him. She was thanking him for not raping her. He wanted to give her the world, show her every kindness his black heart was capable of, but she was thanking him for not brutalizing her.
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