Free Shane: A Mafia Love Story: Dark Erotic Romance by R.E. Saxton

thought.
    He rubbed the spot he’d injected before capping the syringe. “Calm down, Mia. It’s Depo-Provera.”
    She frowned. “That sounds familiar.”
    “The birth control shot.”
    Mia glared at him. “How dare you?”
    He arched a brow. “You want to have a baby?”
    “No, of course not, especially with you.” She scowled. “For all you know, I’m already taking it, or on the pill. You could have given me cancer with extra hormones.”
    He laughed and shook his head. “You’re adorable when you’re looking for a reason to complain.” Shane held up his finger. “There weren’t any pills in your purse and no reminders in your phone for inserting a new ring, getting a shot, or anything else remotely birth control-related.” He lifted another finger. “The handy app on your phone indicated today was the last day to take the shot, since it’s within five days of your period starting. Glad that’s over, by the way.”
    Her mouth gaped open. “You went through my purse and my phone?” A different sense of violation swept through her. “You’re disgusting.”
    Holding up a third finger, he continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “Also, you were a virgin, which strongly indicates you had no need for birth control. Giving you the shot was a safe bet.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You could have just told me what it was.”
    Shane snorted. “And you’d trustingly roll up your sleeve to offer me your arm if I asked to give you a shot?”
    Mia glared at him. “Bastard.”
    “You already said that.” With an audacious wink, he plucked a strawberry from her tray, popped it in his mouth, and strolled to the door. “I’ll see you tonight, Mia.” His tone was rich with anticipation and husky with promise of all the darkly delightful things he was no doubt plotting to do to her. To inflict up on her…
    Until she was sobbing his name and begging to come.
    The thought left her unsettled and stole her appetite for the bacon, omelet, and fruit waiting on the bamboo tray. She couldn’t stand another night like last night. It had been too much. Too many sensations. Too much anger. Too much desire. Too much violence. It had shown Mia a side of herself she hadn’t known and didn’t like. He disgusted her, so to have her body light up at his touch, to tear into his flesh and bite him until he bled, filled her with self-loathing.
    And no small measure of fear. Losing control like that was dangerous. Shane could be addictive. Every instinct screamed at her to avoid him, to escape before he enthralled her in his web of dark desires.
    What if it was too late?
    Shaking her head in an attempt to try to clear that uncomfortable though, Mia finally made herself leave the bed. Her stomach still rolled when she looked at the food, but she couldn’t afford to get weak. She nibbled a slice of bacon on her way to the bathroom, where she took a quick shower.
    Memories of that first night in the shower stall flashed through her mind, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. Shane had been so rough with her to mark her as his. He wanted her to acknowledge his ownership. He was insane. Just because he said he owned her didn’t make it true. Hurting her in some macho display of territorialism didn’t make her his woman. She would never submit to such a position.
    Realizing she was going over the same thoughts she’d already had multiple times in the past few days, Mia washed her hair ruthlessly, using the pain of tugging at her locks to clear her mind. When she emerged from the shower a few minutes later, she met her gaze in the mirror and decided she was going to find a way out today. Another night like last night was impossible to face.
    With her resolve in mind, Mia dressed in comfortable clothes, though her underwear was lacy frills and satin barely held together with glitter and wishful thinking. The hot pink set had actually been among the choices left that provided the most coverage.
    With a wistful sigh for her granny