Y/n POV
Max grabbed him by the shoulder. "I'll take him to the room," he said firmly, dragging him away.
Emma turned to me with a reassuring smile. "Y/N, don't worry about him."
I nodded, but my hands were still trembling.
"B-but he—"
Before I could finish, Emma pulled me into a tight hug.
"I'll make sure he's gone before you wake up, okay?" she whispered.
I hesitated but eventually nodded again. We spent some time gathering our things in the house before Emma and Max went to their rooms. I did the same, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling in my chest.
As I lay on my bed, my phone suddenly rang, making me flinch. My heart pounded when I saw an unknown number flashing on the screen. With a shaky hand, I picked it up.
"Hello?" I answered cautiously.
A low, familiar voice sent shivers down my spine.
"Open the door and turn off the lights."
I froze, my breath hitching. "W-why?"
"Because I'm here, baby," he said, his voice dark and teasing.
My hands clenched around the phone. My mind screamed at me not to obey, but my body moved on its own. Slowly, hesitantly, I walked toward the door and unlocked it. The door creaked open, revealing a man standing in the dim hallway. He was dressed in a black hoodie, a black mask covering his face, and dark sunglasses concealing his eyes.
I swallowed hard. "Who are you?"
He let out a low chuckle. "I knew you wouldn't listen to me."
He stepped inside and, with a swift motion, reached behind him to turn off the light switch. Darkness swallowed the room.
The air grew heavy as his footsteps moved closer. I instinctively backed away, my legs hitting the edge of the bed. I gasped, losing my balance, but before I could fall, strong hands gripped my waist and pulled me up.
He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin. "I'm so angry with you, Y/N," he murmured, placing soft kisses along my neck.
A shiver ran down my spine. "W-who are you?" I whispered.
"You let them touch you," he said, his grip on my waist tightening.
"I—"
"Shh..." He placed a finger against my lips, silencing me.
Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes widened in shock. He was rough, desperate, as if claiming something that belonged to him. I pushed against his chest, but he didn't let go, holding me even tighter.
After what felt like forever, he finally pulled away, both of us gasping for air.
"I want to punish you," he whispered against my lips.
My stomach twisted in fear. "W-what?" I pushed against him again, but he didn't budge.
"Don't worry, baby. I won't hurt you."
"Please… please just leave me alone," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.
He let out a frustrated sigh, brushing his fingers against my cheek. "I can't. I've tried so many times, but I just can't stay away from you, Y/N."
My heart pounded. "Then show me your face."
He hesitated, his fingers pausing against my skin. "I can't... You'll hate me," he said, his voice laced with sadness.
Before I could protest, he pressed another kiss to my lips, softer this time. It was intoxicating, but I fought against the feeling.
"Don't touch me," I said firmly, turning my head away.
He chuckled darkly. "Why? I can see you like my touch."
"No," I whispered, but my voice wavered.
"Lay down," he commanded.
I shook my head. "W-what?"
"On the bed. Now." His tone was laced with warning.
Fear and confusion clashed inside me. I hesitated, but the intensity in his voice made my body move on instinct. I lay down slowly, my breath shaky.
He got on top of me, his presence overwhelming.
"N-no, what are you doing?" My voice trembled.
"Y/N..." His hand caressed my cheek. "You are mine, okay?"
Then, before I could respond, his lips crashed onto mine again.
His lips crashed against mine in a rough, desperate kiss. I struggled against him, my breath hitching as I gasped for air.
"I-I c-can't b-breathe," I stammered, pushing against his chest with trembling hands. Finally, he let me go, his heavy breaths fanning against my face.
His eyes burned with an intense emotion I couldn't quite place.
"Aah— Y/N, I can't control myself anymore," he muttered, his voice husky and strained.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I shook my head. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs. "Please… don't hurt me," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "I can't do this. I hate my life…"
He pressed his forehead against mine, his warm hands cupping my face gently. His touch was soft, yet there was something desperate in the way his fingers lingered on my skin.
"Don't say that, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with emotion. "I'm here for you… I love you."
Before I could protest, he kissed me again—this time slower, filled with something deeper than passion. His lips trailed down to my jaw, then to my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
I shivered under his touch, torn between fear and the aching desire for comfort.
"I can't do this… please," I whispered, my voice trembling. But he didn't stop.
His hands roamed over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I felt myself weakening, almost melting into his touch, even as my mind screamed for me to resist.
"Please, Y/N… I need this," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Hesitantly, I reached up, my fingers trembling as I traced the sharp lines of his face. His intense gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
He looked almost amused by my touch, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "What is it?" he asked softly, his breath warm against my skin.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. I didn't know what to say, didn't know how to stop this whirlwind of emotions spiraling inside me.
???: "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and curious.
Startled, I pulled my hand back, my face heating up.
"At least… let me touch you," I murmured hesitantly.
He stopped what he was doing, his intense gaze locking onto mine before he took my hand and guided it back to his face. A silent signal. Permission.
Slowly, I let my fingers trace his features, my touch light and uncertain. His eyes were mesmerizing—long, dark lashes framing them perfectly. My fingertips brushed over his nose, straight and defined, as he exhaled shakily beneath my touch.His eyes fluttered shut at my touch, lashes casting shadows across his cheeks. "You don't know what you're doing to me," he murmured, his voice low, nearly reverent.
His breath hitched when my fingers ghosted over his lips. Soft. Plump. Kissable. Before I could pull away, he parted them slightly, pressing a warm kiss to my fingertips.
???: "Mmm…" he hummed against my skin, his eyes darkening with something I couldn't quite place.
He leaned into my hand as if savoring the warmth, and I traced the sharp angles of his jaw. It was strong, perfectly sculpted. My fingers slid into his hair, and I gasped softly—it was soft, silky, like strands of midnight between my fingers.
???: "Kiss me, baby… please," he whispered, his voice filled with longing.
I shook my head, my heart racing.
"I need time, Mr.," I said firmly, though my voice wavered slightly.
He chuckled, a slow smirk forming on his lips. His eyes burned into mine with unspoken promises.
???: "Call me 'love' from now on."
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