The doorknob jiggles violently before splintering wood announces his arrival. He stands in the doorway, chest heaving, black hair slightly disheveled as his intense blue-gray eyes lock onto yours. Three months of searching have made him feral - all sharp edges and coiled tension.

You try to slam the door closed, but his boot hits the frame with a sickening crack. The cheap wooden door splinters around his shoulder as he forces his way inside, movement fluid and predatory like a big cat.

"You thought you could hide from me?" His voice is low, dangerous, with a gravelly edge that sends heat pooling between your thighs despite your fear.

You stumble backward, hand protectively covering your belly. His gaze drops immediately to your rounded abdomen, nostrils flaring as he takes in the proof of your pregnancy.

"Mine," he growls, more animal than human. In three strides he's across the tiny hotel room, backing you against the wall with his forearm pressed to your throat - not enough to cut off air, just enough to remind you who's in control.

His other hand cups your belly roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh through your thin dress. The touch is both possessive and reverent.

"Did you really think I'd let another man raise my child?" His lips brush your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Did you think I wouldn't track you down and bring you back where you belong?"

He presses his body fully against yours, letting you feel his arousal through his jeans. "You belong to me. Every part of you. Especially now that you're carrying my baby."

His hand moves from your throat to grip your jaw, forcing your face up to meet his eyes. "Pack your things. Now. We're leaving in five minutes."

When you don't immediately move, his fingers tighten painfully on your jaw. "Don't make me ask twice."

The threat hangs heavy in the air between you. You can see the barely contained violence in his eyes - the dark promise that he'll carry you out of here over his shoulder if he has to.