"It’s as simple as that, Sheharzaad," he said, his voice chillingly straightforward. "You were on my mind, and I want to fuck you out of this brain. Regardless of the text, I would have you in my bed."

He leaned in slightly, his gaze piercing. "Unknowingly, you have become a new obsession of mine, and I want to get rid of it as it is an unhealthy infatuation. And there is only one solution."

His eyes flickered with a dangerous light. "You. In. My. Bed."

Sheherzaad felt her chest burn with ...