“I’m the only certain thing in your life.”
“You don’t care what this does to me.”
“I care more than anyone ever has,” he says, and I want to scream as he moves around the table. I backaway until the glass window presses cold against my spine.
“There are no rules with you,” I say as my body starts to weaken. Exhausted from the push and pull. I have no idea what to do anymore. There is no escape.
“Correct,” he says in a low voice that sounds like it comes from the depths of hell.
“No limits to how far you’ll go.”
“You don’t want to know how far I would go for you, Leo.”
“This will never end, will it?”
Ethan stops inches away from me, watching every emotion pass over my face. I know he’s taking notes. The bastard gets a kick out of hounding me, confusing me, forcing me into directions that he plans.
“You’re afraid,” he says quietly. “Not of me, but of wanting this.”
“I don’t want this,” I say weakly. But I don’t. I…I don’t. Do I? What has he done to me?
“You do,” he says again with more force, like he is becoming impatient with me.
“You don’t know me.”
“I know you better than your wife does.”
“That’s not true.”
“She only sees what you provide.”
“And I see what a psycho you are.”
“You hate your life,” he continues calmly, ignoring my comment. “You hate your bed. You hate being touched unless it’s by me. You hate being invisible.”
“You’re twisting things, every marriage goes throughbad spells. Everyone has that moment in life where they question things.”
“I’m clarifying them for you. You’re too close to it to see.”
“You don’t get to decide what I feel.”
“I get to notice,” he says as his hand lifts and stops just short of touching my face.
“You came back, Leo.”
I have no answer to that because its true, I’m standing right fucking here in his home. Like a fool.
“You could have stayed away.”
I close my eyes as his finger presses into my throat and makes its way up to my bottom lip, where he seductively runs his finger over my pout.
“But you didn’t, did you Leo?”
Deadly chemistry roars between us, so potent my brain briefly goes offline.
“This is just the beginning,” he says. His hand now leaves my face and wraps firmly around my throat. I panic for a moment, but soon relax into it as he squeezes gently, before moving his mouth over my ear.
“You don’t get to walk in and out of my world,” he continues, his voice harsh and smokey, full of dark promises. “You don’t get to taste this and return to pretending you’re alive somewhere else.”
