He stepped closer, eyes gleaming with the same sick hunger from the elevator. “Miss me?” he asked softly. I was trapped in my own apartment with him, and no one knew I was here.
Terror shot through me like ice. I backed away until my back hit the wall. “Get out,” I said, my voice shaking. “Leave right now or I’ll scream.”
He smiled, that same twisted smile. “Go ahead. Scream. No one’s coming.”
He lunged at me. I tried to dodge, but he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall. Pain exploded in my shoulder. I screamed as loud as I could, kicking and hitting him with my free hand.
“Stop fighting me!” he snarled, pinning my wrists above my head. His body pressed hard against mine. He smelled like sweat and alcohol. I twisted desperately, trying to knee him, but he blocked it.
“Damie
