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My breath hitched. You shouldnât have run, princess.
The words bled into my mind like ink on paper, staining every rational thought. My hands tightened around my phone as if crushing it could erase the text.
This wasnât possible. I never told him my name. Never gave him my number.
So how the hell did he find me?
A sharp knock on my door made my pulse stutter.
No. No, no, no.
I backed away, my heart slamming against my ribs. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in.
Another knockâlouder this time. More demanding.
Then, a voice. Deep. Calm. Dangerous.
âOpen the door, princess.â
I knew that voice. I felt that voice. Against my skin, in my bones, in the heat of that reckless night.
My stomach twisted. It was him.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe. Maybe if I stayed quiet, heâd leave. Maybe this was some sick joke.
But men like him donât joke.
A few seconds passed, then I heard it. The sound of a lock being picked.
Panic surged through me as I took a step back. He wasnât leaving. He was coming in.
And I was trapped.