The bed was big. Kate had just made her way to the edge when her ankle was caught and pulled back.

Her body was held, and this familiar position shocked her.

“Do you want it like this? Like the baboons?” Tristan breathed the hot steam on her ear.

She didn’t think about the baboons or chimpanzees. She was reminded of the horrible night. His body against her back was thick, hot, and with a heavier odor than last time.

Kate was fixed where she was by the horror.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Tristan carried her and laid her down.

She wanted to struggle, but he had control over...