Haunting-Adeline

Looking around fran cally, I tear apart the living room in search of my
phone. My heart is pounding, the sound resona ng in my ears as my
breath draws short and choppy.
It takes several minutes before I finally find my phone lodged beneath a
couch cushion. When I straighten and glance out the window, I finally do
freeze.
He’s gone.
Oh my fuck, where did he go?
Hands trembling, I dial in the numbers. 9-1-. I feel his presence press
into my back a moment before he plucks the phone from my hand. My
breath hitches as he clears the numbers, and the phone disappears from
view.
His breath ckles my ear as he leans in. “Were you about to call the
police on me?” he tsks. “And here I thought we were past this.”
My breath stu ers. “I don’t want to do this anymore, Zade. I-I don’t
want you.”
His quiet breathing is swallowed by the news reporter droning on in the
background.
Finally, he says, “When did you become such a liar?”
Closing my eyes, I take a steadying breath. And then I li my leg and
stomp on his foot as hard as I can. He grunts, but before I can make a run
for it, his arms encircle my waist and trap me against him.
“That’s very naughty, li le mouse. And you know what happens when
you’re naughty?” A heartbeat passes before he finally growls into my ear,
“You get fucking eaten.”
Fire licks at my insides, igni ng my en re being from the inside out. His
words cause an elicit hunger to claw its way down from my throat, through
my stomach, and straight to the sensi ve spot between my legs.
But I will not give in so easily. I will not let this man con nue to get inside
my head—my body.
“I’m not your fucking prey.”
“Then why do you let me consume you?” he whispers before encircling
his hand around my throat and squeezing ght. Stubble pierces my skin as
his cheek rubs down the side of my own before his mouth descends on my
neck. A sharp nip pulls a gasp from my lips.