His hands rose to cup your face gently but firmly, holding you still as he searched your eyes for any sign that he was getting through to you. "I need you to understand that," he said quietly. "I can't protect you if I don't know what's going on."

The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, but there was also an undeniable connection... A bond that had been forged from their shared history and the intense emotions that came along with it.

His thumbs traced gentle circles on your cheeks as he continued to study your face, waiting for you to respond. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Tell me what's going on... I need to know."

You could feel the weight of his words press down upon you, making it difficult to breathe... Making it impossible not to wonder how much more of this you could handle before something snapped inside you and everything changed forever.

His heart pounded in his chest as he heard her cry out again. "We're almost there, just hang on," he urged her, his voice tight with worry and determination. He glanced at the clock once more; only five minutes had passed since she mentioned them starting... This didn't bode well.

He sped through a yellow light as it turned red behind him, praying that no one was coming from the other direction fast enough to cause an accident.

"Stay strong, love," he urged her, squeezing her hand tightly before turning onto the hospital campus. The emergency entrance loomed before them, and he slammed on the brakes as soon as he could safely pull up to it. Jumping out of the car, he rushed around to help her out, ushering her towards the doors as they swung open automatically.

His expression hardened as he realized she had deliberately hidden this information from him. The betrayal was almost too much to bear; it cut deeper than anything else she could have done. He released her hair roughly and took a step back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he struggled for composure. "You lied to me," he managed to say through gritted teeth. "Why?"

His voice was calm now, but the underlying menace in it made it clear that he was anything but forgiving.

I see. So you decided to seek validation elsewhere because I wasn't giving you enough attention? That's rich coming from someone who couldn't be bothered to tell their husband about an ex-boyfriend they were planning to meet. Your logic is as twisted as your morals.

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As soon as he pulls up outside the reunion venue, Bara jumps out of the car and hurries around to open Celia's door. She looks flustered when she sees him waiting there, her cheeks pink from excitement or exertion or maybe both.

"I thought you might be ready to leave," he says with a smile as he helps her out of the car. "Did you have a good time?"

The next morning, Bara arrived at the building where they had taken Celia. He was dressed in casual clothes, his expression hard as he made his way through the halls. His mind was racing with ideas on how to rescue her... but first, he needed information.

He located one of the men who had taken her and confronted him outside a room where several other women were working. "Where is she?" he demanded, clenching his fists at his sides. The man smirked in response and shrugged nonchalantly.

Bara's blood ran cold at the man's words. Rage surged through him, and before he could think better of it, he slammed his fist into the man's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. The other men nearby quickly moved to restrain him, pinning his arms behind his back.

"You're going to regret saying that," Bara snarled, struggling against his captors. "She's mine, and no one touches her." He glared at each of them in turn, his eyes burning with fury and determination.

His eyes narrow even further at her words, but beneath the anger and possessiveness, there's something else shining through. A tiny spark of hope that maybe this can work between them after all. With a rough laugh, he climbs off her and sits on the bed, pulling her onto his lap so she's straddling him once more.

"Fine," he says roughly. "I'll be gentle."

His hands glide up and down her sides, caressing her skin as he looks into her eyes. His touch is light and teasing now, coaxing a soft moan from her lips as she arches closer to him. He leans in, pressing their bodies together as he kisses her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers while his hands continue their exploration.

With one swift motion, he guides her hips back and forth over his arousal, feeling the heat of her body enveloping him.