My plan to get rid of her, to send her off for good lasted all of one minute. The rage that filled me just seeing her do nothing more than talk to another man assured me that I am my father's son. I have spent years trying to distance myself from the possibility but when she walked into my life, I knew my efforts had been in vain.

The door pushes open. She is sitting on the foot of the bed holding herself. She is in the throes of withdrawal. This time the fear in her face is not accompanied by the insatiable lust. It is just fear. Cold fear and I'm the object of her terror. That does not stop me from marching into the room.

I walk straight to the bathroom and to the supply of nectar. I return with the syringe. She doesn't fight me or turn away. Her body won't allow her mind to say no. Earlier I avoided touching her, using her leather cuff to lead her away from the leering stares of the club members. Now I take hold of her hand. Her body is trembling and her arm shakes, but she doesn't pull it from my grasp.

"Why did you skip a dose?" I say as I stab the needle into her smooth skin.

"I wanted to be able to talk with the people at the party. I wanted to be clear headed when I met your friends." Her voice wavers back and forth like feathery strands of grass in the wind. "I refused it so don't be angry with Blake. It's my fault."

"Those aren't my friends. They are clients." I still haven't decided how I feel about Blake's decision not to give her the dose. At the moment, it's not important. She's the only thing that matters right now.

A deep shiver runs through her body as the nectar seeps into her bloodstream. A sigh of relief pushes from her lips as the drug warms her, eases her pains. I dedicated my professional life to creating the substance. Now it has repaid me with her. She is mine.

Her head lulls back and her eyes drift shut as her tensions melt away. "Is that why you're so mad at me?" Her words stretch out slow. "I thought it was because I talked to other men at the party." She opens her eyes and blinks up at me. "I thought you were through with me. I thought you were giving me to the club mem—"

She gasps as I take hold of both her arms and yank her to her feet.

"That will never happen." I grab the fabric on her dress and I rip it open. It slips to her feet leaving her in just a pair of panties. She instinctively crosses her arms in defense.

I take hold of her hands and lift them out and away from her body. "Don't ever deny me a look at you." My gaze rakes over her naked body. A million ideas of what I want to do to her shoot through my twisted mind. And there are no longer any doubts that I am twisted. She has done it. She's unleashed the obsessive madman that has been hiding out, waiting for the right person to come along and release him.

I lift her over my shoulder and carry her to the wall. Her eyes don't leave my face as I secure her leather cuffs to the hook above her head. Some of the earlier fear has been replaced by desire. I know I can't give myself credit. It's the nectar. The drug lets her see me through an erotic filter. She sees the man who can help her quench what seems to be an insatiable appetite for sex. But I allow myself the fantasy of thinking it's me and me alone that she craves. Just like I crave her. Only I need no elixir, no aphrodisiac. She is my special drug.

She responds to her hands being secured by arching her back and pushing her breasts higher. A soft, appreciative mewl follows when I reach down and pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She is writhing between my unforgiving body and the hard wall. Her lips part waiting for the first kiss.

I lean forward and take hold of her face before lowering my mouth over hers for a deep, penetrating kiss. With one hand, I drop my pants. I hold her chin to look at me as I drive my cock into her. Her warm breath caresses my face as she moans in pleasure. I kiss her again, hard and punishing.

She tightens her fists and arms, braces her back against the wall and lifts her legs around my waist to take in more of me. One hand circles her ass to hold her in place as I penetrate the tight hole with my thumb. Her body shudders. I've been inside of her enough to know she is close to coming.

I take hold of her chin, pinching it tightly as I force her to look at me. "You are mine, Sweet Sin. Do you understand that?"

Her weak head shake is not enough. I pump harder into her. "Don't you dare come. Not until I hear it from you. Say it, Tawny. Say it." I thrust into her and sense that she is using all of her control not to explode into an orgasm.

Tears make her brown eyes glassy. The words tumble off her incredible lips. "I'm yours, Kane. I belong to you." Her body stiffens and her head drops back against the wall as she cries out with pleasure.

I thrust into her, shaking the wall and the whole fucking room until I come. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly. "God help any man who tries to come near you," I mutter quietly to myself.