"He's not my boyfriend."
"Ah." I smirk. "Not putting a label on it just yet, I see. That means that spot is mine."
"You're not my boyfriend, you sicko."
"But the position is open," I wink at her.
"Not for you." She walks over to the front door, opens it wide and motions for me to leave. "Get out. I don't want you in my house or in my life. I don't want you anywhere near me. So just fucking leave. Now."
"Oh, Dove. I'm not going any-fucking-where. Don't you get it? I came here for you."
"Well, you can't have me," she hisses, but realizes fighting me is pointless so she slams the door shut. "If you aren't leaving, I am."
"And where are you going to go?" I smirk. "Your brother's?"
A painful expression takes over her pretty face. The words hurt, stinging hard even for me.
"Elise's," she finally replies.
"I'm sure she'll be delighted to see you," I mock her. "Especially since she was all over your non-boyfriend tonight. You really still think she didn't leave with Raphael?"
She hesitates, which fills me with a sick sense of success. I put the seed of doubt in her mind, now I just have to water it and make sure it flourishes.
"You can't stay here," she says again, shaking her head. "Don't you have some other place to go?"
"No," I lie. "If you don't let me stay, I'll have to sleep on a park bench or some shit."
"Great." She groans in frustration, pacing the room while my eyes follow her, appreciating her beauty. The need to have her, to make her mine again, is fucking overwhelming. I can barely concentrate on anything that isn't her. It's impossible to keep a clear head around Dove. So, when she passes me, I grab her again, flattening her back against the wall. A gasp escapes her lips and her wide, trusting eyes meet mine. "Don't hurt me anymore."
"Why not?" I ask, genuinely curious. "I thought you liked it."
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip. "I don't like being abused. You made me a victim. I hate being a victim."
"Then don't be one," I tell her. "You always have a choice, Dove. And I know you want this. I know you crave me just as much as I crave you... Even now... after all this time. Isn't that right?"
She doesn't answer, averting her gaze. I've still got her pressed up against the wall, and I can't resist the urge to lean in, inhaling her sweet scent, filling my nostrils with the concoction that is so uniquely Dove it makes my mind spin.
"Get off me." She tries to push me off, but I don't budge. She's forced to stay there, pressed between me and the wall with no chance of escaping. "You're such a fucking freak."
"Call me whatever the fuck you want, Dove, you're not getting rid of me." I tower over her and I fucking love it because I know it makes her feel so very vulnerable. My eyes land on her lips, drinking in the seductive shape of her Cupid's bow, the tremble in her bottom lip, the way her mouth parts as if she expects me to kiss her already. "You want me to kiss you, don't you?"
"I'd rather die than endure that," she grits out, lying through her teeth.
"Prove it."
"I..." Her eyes flash with anger. "Just fuck off already, Nox. I don't want you here."
"And yet we both know you're lying." I smirk at her. "Do I need to prove that to you yet again? Should I reach between your legs and show you just how much I fucking turn you on?"
"Don't touch me."
"You say that, but you seem so very desperate for it. Tell me more. Tell me how much you hate me. How you'll never let me have you again."
"Damn right I won't..."
My eyes travel down her body, her dress tight over her tits. I can practically see her nipples hardening under the weight of my gaze. She wants this. She wants my abuse. She fucking lives for it.
"Keep denying it then. Keep telling me no. It only turns me on more."
"You can never have me," she insists. "We both know how wrong this is. That you don't deserve me. Haven't you hurt me enough? Isn't one scar enough?"
"Never," I hiss in the shell of her ear. "It will never be enough."
I trace my lips along her jawline, making her gasp out loud. She's so fucking weak when I'm around. It's like prey playing dead when the predator arrives. It only makes my job fucking easier. Luckily for Dove, I don't need the thrill of the chase to get my dick hard, because I know we're meant to end up together. And even if we weren't... there's no way she can outrun me.
"You're so desperate for it," I mutter against her skin. "Body shaking, lips parted... You just want me to take what's mine."