Not like the men he hired. He believed in control. In strategy.
There were so many ways he could break her in. He had thought of dozens—some psychological, some intimate, some both.
But he wouldn't hurt her. Not unless she forced his hand. No, he wanted her to bend willingly. To forget Ross. To choose him, eventually.
He would make her understand.
And if she didn't?
Well… there was always time to change her mind.
Thomas leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You'll soon be mine, Jade. And I'm going to make sure you never want to leave."
He stood, locked the door behind him, and began preparing for her awakening.
He was about to take advantage of her.
Jade lay unconscious on the bed, her chest rising and falling in soft, rhythmic breaths.
Her barely-covered curves strained against the thin fabric, and her generous bosom practically spilled out, tempting him like forbidden fruit.
