Page 13 of Nowhere to Run

You let me in. You took me so well, princess.

You shook beneath me as I stretched you open.

I can still feel you. Thrumming. Shaking.

Your fear lingers, buried deep in your bones. But we both know the truth.

You’re mine.

And I’ll have you again.

Every inch of you.

My throat tightened, a pulse of ice slicing through my chest as I stood there, gaping. A quick glance to the street. Nothing.No figure in the shadows, no rustle in the bushes. Nothing had changed.

But everything felt different.

With a sharp huff, I stormed inside, tossing the flowers onto the kitchen table so hard their petals scattered.

Fuck him.

My blood simmered with rage, but my hands still shook.

I snatched a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice water and drank deep, trying to cool the fire burning inside me.

Think.

What now?

He’d sent this after Emma’s text. After I told him to leave me the fuck alone.

So he wasn’t scared off.

He didn’t believe I’d report him.

But I would. I had to.

Not for this—flowers and notes were child’s play. But if he came near me… I’d dial that number faster than he could imagine.

I set the glass down with a sharp clink.

But then, a thought slipped in, unwelcome, unshakable.

Weren’t you just fantasizing about him?

Less than an hour ago?Almost picking up your phone?

I clenched my jaw, my breath unsteady.

That wasn’t my rational brain. That was something else. Something dangerous.

And I would never, ever, let myself act on it.

Adrian had shown his true colors time and time again. This wasn’t me reaching for him. This was him coming for me. Telling me I had no choice.

I forced my breath to steady, willed my pulse to slow. He wouldn’t try again. He’s just trying to scare me. He’s angry.Angry that I rejected him. He probably thought I’d be begging for more after last time.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

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