“Why do you think you have the right to control my freedom?” Giselle Lambert demanded, her voice sharp with fury and teeth clenched in anger.

“Because you’re mine.”

Henry Jefferson pushed a pen into her hand and guided her fingers to sign a document before tossing it onto the nightstand.

He roughly yanked open Giselle’s nightgown, making her shiver from the sudden exposure and retreat in fear.

She feared he would force himself on her again and stared at ...