“So I came back for more of it. Not just to your apartment, although yes, of course, I came here. But also to your coffee shop. To your date with your neighbor. I stood outside in the cold for an hour and watched you eat dinner with another man, and I felt rage like I’ve never known before. I beat him half to death in a bathroom because he sat across from you and smiled at you, and the worst part—the worst f*****g part, Jillian—is that I liked it. I liked the sound his face made against the tile. I liked the way he looked at me when he understood that you were not his to smile at. I’m a sick f*****g bastard and you made me like this, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Do you hear me? You’re mine, little fox.”
His voice has dropped to a feral snarl as he advances closer and closer. My b
