Page 32 of His to Fear
My eyes widen in fear, a palpable freezing taking over my entire frame and I’m not sure I would be able to move or scream even if I wanted to.
“If I let go, will you stay silent?”
His voice is low and gravelly, sending a heat of arousal plummeting inside me. That’s the moment I know I’m screwed. I debate screaming anyway, but then I find myself nodding. Slowly, he lets go, taking a step backward. Cocking an eyebrow, it’s as if he expects me to scream.
I don’t, and that only spurs him on.
“Fuck,” he groans. I swear I can hear a crack in his otherwise strong voice. “I’ve missed you.”
Uncertainty and hesitation flicker inside me. Fear of having him this close to me after knowing what he’s done. The sins he has committed.
I push myself as hard as I can against the glass, somehow hoping to escape him.
“W-what are you doing here?” My voice comes out low, breathy. Scared.
“What do you mean? I came back foryou.”
I shake my head. “No. You shouldn’t have come back. Y-you should leave. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”
His eyes flare. “I already told you at the haunted fair that I don’t need to know you to know that as soon as I saw you, I fucking snapped. I already know your soul and you know mine. What else is there to know?”
He’s unbelievable. I stay silent.
“My age? Done. I’m thirty-one. My favorite color? Red. My name? Done again,” he speaks without pausing, eyes searing into me, trailing over my entire frame. “Maddox.”
I blink my eyes open, surprise flicking across my face. Even his name fits his entire aura. Dangerous yet insanely hot.
“I already know your name is Nadia. Your favorite colors are black and red, considering your entire outfit on Halloween night and tonight. I know you have some underlying trauma, as do I, and I know you’re as fucked as me considering your attraction. It’s a match made in heaven.”
He assesses me for a second longer, eyes flaring with arousal for a brief moment before it’s quickly masked, but long enough for me to perceive it.
Then, his eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Are you scared of me?”
“Of course I’m fucking scared of you!” I manage to push him further away from me, catching him by surprise, and quickly grab the quill I left in my pants pocket.
I hold it out toward him, my hands trembling. This wouldn’t work as a goddamned weapon even if I manifested for it to, and he knows it, considering how he’s trying to stop his lips from twitching.
“You’re here to finish the job, aren’t you?”
I shouldn’t give him any ideas.
“If you mean finishing the job by finishingyou, then yes. I can think of a thing or two to do with you.” Lazy eyes drawl over me shamelessly.
My breath hitches. “You’re not here to kill me?”
He sighs, as if I’m being unreasonable, and not him—the guy who literally broke into my office only to scare me and press me against the glass wall.
“I already told you at the haunted fair that I would have done so already if I’d planned to.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, and despite the darkness, I make out the shape of his muscular arms that only seem to have grown more muscular in the month apart.
“So you’re not here to kill me?”
I don’t know why I’m asking again.
He pushes me up against the wall, making me drop the quill to the floor with a soft thud. His arm circles my waist, his hard body pressing against mine until I can barely breathe again. His other hand comes up to brush the skin of my neck, brushing away the hair there, before leaning down to press a kiss to a sensitive spot.
Goosebumps spread all over me, and I can feel the heat from his body, which is a toxin all in itself.
