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Oliver's eyes snapped open.
Her lips hovered just beside his ear, her voice low and smooth. "Do you?"
His fists curled against the ropes, nails biting into his palms.
"You belong to me," she continued calmly, as if stating a simple fact. "You always have. And now?" A quiet laugh slipped from her lips. "Now you belong to me alone."
Oliver swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
"That's why," Jianna went on, her hands pressing flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her palms, "I made something special for you. Something that would forcefully make you crave me."
His neck snapped to the side, eyes blazing as he tried to look at her. "Did you fucking put something in my food?"
Jianna laughed softly."Don't be dramatic," she said sweetly. "I just… helped things along."
His breathing grew uneven. "You drugged me."
She tilted her head, studying his face with interest. "Such an ugly word. I prefer encouraged."
