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The lock clicked. The door creaked open.
I didnât breatheâI couldnât.
Then, he stepped inside.
Tall, dark, and sin itself, he leaned against the doorframe, like he owned the place. Like he owned me. His sharp jaw was shadowed with stubble, his lips curled in amusement.
And his eyes? Pure hunger.
âRunning from me, princess?â His voice was deep, lazy, like he had all the time in the world. Like he knew I had nowhere to go.
I took a step back. He took a step forward.
My body betrayed me, heat curling in my stomach as his gaze dragged over me.
âI donât know who you think you are, butââ
His chuckle was dark, wicked. âOh, baby, you know exactly who I am.â
He reached into his pocket, pulled out my missing phoneâthe one I swore was on my nightstand.
I froze.
âDonât look so shocked,â he murmured, tapping the screen. âYou walked into my world that night. You thought you could just leave?â He shook his head, his tongue running over his bottom lip. âBad girl.â
I swallowed. Hard.
âIâI donât belong to you.â
A sharp smirk played on his lips. âThatâs where youâre wrong, sweetheart.â
Before I could blink, he closed the distance between us. One hand caught my waist, the other gripped my chin, tilting my face up.
âTell me,â he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. âDid you think about me after that night? Did your body miss me?â
I hated the way my pulse betrayed me, the way his touch burned through my thin dress.
âYouâre insane,â I managed, my voice weaker than I wanted.
His grip tightened, not enough to hurtâjust enough to remind me who was in control.
âInsane?â he echoed, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. âPrincess, you have no idea.â
I shivered. I shouldâve pushed him away. Shouldâve screamed, shouldâve fought.
Instead, I was drowning in him.
And something told meâ¦
This was just the beginning.