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It's my fault. I didn't realize I was trespassing until it was too late, and now my life is in his hands. I can either choose death...or submit to do his every bidding.
I absolutely hate his touch, but this ridiculously hot and annoyingly overbearing sheikh says I'm just lying to myself.
Every second with him is mortifying, but why does it feel like he's right? Am I secretly taking pleasure from obeying his every command?
