“You’re not. You can’t access the elevator without a key and a passcode, the walls are soundproof so screaming won’t do you any good. And unless you feel like breaking a window to jump thirty-five floors to your death, you won’t be going anywhere unless I let you.”
Stilling in place, I absorb his words, the finality of them like a period at the end of a sentence. You’re here. This is where I put you. You won’t get away now.
Rebellion blooms inside me, a brilliant red heat that infects every cell, my brain so full of it that I don’t give a fuck what he will do when I fight against him.
Another man tried to beat me down, and I’d survived that. I’m not worried about this asshole and his apparent obsession.
“You may have me trapped, but don’t you dare ever touch-“
He lunges forward and cages me against a wall, his body towering over mine, his head dipping down until his nose traces the line of my jaw, his breath hot against my skin.
“And what will you do about it, Adeline? Tell me? I’d love to hear all the ways you’ll keep me from taking what’s always been mine. It’s worked so well for you so far, hasn’t it?”
Ari’s fingertips drag up my thighs, pulling the t-shirt with them, but then he moves to grab the backs of my legs and lift them up, pinning me with his hips between them.
I tremble to feel the line of his rigid cock, to know how turned on he is. Tears slip from my eyes, and he stares down at me without caring what he’s done.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”
Head dipping further he speaks against my ear.
“I know all your fantasies. All your secret thrills. You want to be torn open and dominated, want a man to take without asking. Want this demon to fight you into submission because that’s just the type of dirty little girl you are.”
His hips buck forward and my body is shoved up the wall, my breasts tight against his chest, my lips slightly open as a breath shudders out of me.
“You can’t hide from me.”
Ari grips my chin and forces my face to his, our eyes locking in battle, a grin tilting those cruel fucking lips that lie and lie and lie.
He’s not lying now.
I slap at him, my palm slamming his cheek so hard it vibrates down my arm. Ari’s head snaps left, but then slowly turns back to me.
“What else you got?”
Slapping him again, I claw at his skin, but he pushes into it, enjoys it, doesn’t care about the blood that trickles in tiny little rivulets.
He catches my wrist and pulls my hand from his face, glaring at me with explosive heat behind his eyes.
“You used to fight when you were younger. I watched it. Wanted it. Enjoyed it. And you can fight me now all you fucking want just as long as you know I will have you in the end. I will keep you. I will own you because I’ve been the shadow protecting you all these years from all the other pricks who only wanted to destroy you.”
Reaching between us, he rips my panties aside and pulls his cock from his pants. Our eyes remain locked, mine narrowing as he searches my face for any reaction to what he’ll do.
I refuse to give him one.
Mouth against my cheek, he nips at my jaw. “That’s it, baby bird, show me how much you hate me.”
He thrusts inside me, and my mouth falls open at the sensation of being filled. His stare drops to my lips, and he grins while keeping his body still.
“I’ll eventually fuck those lips when you get over your petty bullshit, but until then, your greedy little cunt will do.”
He holds my jaw in place as he moves his hips, his cock pulling out to the tip before thrusting in again. And he’s right. My body does love this, responding by getting so wet the sound of it drifts up to my ears as his eyes pin mine.
My body is a traitor, an orgasm just on the precipice, building as this man, this stalker, fucks me in a penthouse filled with my life, the music I hear all songs that I love, his scent dragging me into temporary submission because it is so fucking familiar now that I know where I’d first smelled it.
And as he drives into me so hard that my back slides