Just as she made her first few steps, a pair of strong arms gripped her.

“Mitchel! Let go of me!"

Hadn't he just told her to leave? What was he doing now?

"Mitchel!" Raegan's eyes reddened with rage.

Carrying her in his arms, Mitchel stalked toward her ward.

“As long as we're married, you're not going anywhere, he declared, his voice icy and authoritative, brooking no debate.

In her fury, Raegan bit down on his shoulder. But Mitchel was unfazed.

Grimacing, he warned, “You'll find I have numerous ways to make you regret that bite."

Before long, Raegan grasped his intention.

He secured the ward door. A distinctly loud noise echoed.

Raegan gave him a wary look and inquired, "Why do you lock the door?"

"Do something to make yourself more submissive."

After he finished his words, Mitchel placed her onto the bed, loosened his tie, and firmly secured her wrists to the headboard railing.

Before Raegan could respond, Mitchel swiftly leaned in, pinned her to the bed, and kissed her passionately.

Raegan's expression turned stormy in an instant. She attempted to turn her face away, but Mitchel forced her to see him.

Holding her jaw in his grip, his face marred by the red marks caused by Raegan's slap, he issued a chilling warning, “Cooperate if you care about the baby."

Fury turned Raegan's eyes a fiery red.

“Mitchel, what kind of man are you? Bullying a woman is your way?"

At her words, Mitchel paused in the act of unfastening her shirt, and his lips curled into a smirk.

"What does it take for you to recognize my manhood, Raegan?"