West: deal?
Unknown: that I can do whatever I want to you if I can get into your room without you knowing
West: I remember
Unknown: do you still agree? Or do you want to take it back?
Something about the wording of his text makes my hackles rise, and my defenses kick in. Is he calling me a chicken?
West: why would I want to take it back?
Unknown: no reason. Just giving you the option
West: I don’t need the option because it’s never going to be an issue
Unknown: okay. Then I want you to do something for me
West: what?
Unknown: turn around
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and a shiver runs up my spine as an intense feeling of being watched falls over me.
Slowly, I turn and look behind me.
I have no idea what I’m expecting, but the tall figure standing in the open doorway of my closet, his hands resting on the top of the frame in a stance that’s both casual and predatory, isn’t it.
My heart immediately leaps into my throat, and a wave of fear washes over me as I stare at his unmoving form.
He’s wearing a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a black hoodie with the hood pulled up, but it’s the black, skintight mask with the single long cutout for his eyes that makes my heart gallop in my chest.
We stay like that for almost thirty seconds, frozen and staring at each other, then he drops his arms and steps out from under the door frame.
“How?” I whisper, still staring at him like he’s a ghost.
“How did I get in?” he asks in a low, slightly raspy voice that does things to my insides.
I nod, not trusting that I can form words right now.
“I have my ways.” He takes another step closer, and his relaxed stance is almost as hot—and terrifying—as his presence in my room.
I swallow hard as more of that weird excitement rushes through me, and my dick goes half hard.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
The only times it’s okay to not panic when a masked man breaks into your bedroom are in porn or a romance novel. In reality, it’s never a good thing. But even knowing that I should be screaming bloody murder right now, I can’t find it in me to be afraid of him.
If he has the ability to break into my room like this, then he could have done it at any time. He’s also had plenty ofopportunities to hurt me if that’s what he wanted, and the fact that he waited to break in until I literally challenged him to do it with my childish taunts is weirdly reassuring.
I’m under no delusions that he’s not a bad guy, but that doesn’t mean he’s a villain.
“And we have a deal,” he says and takes another step toward me.
More of that excitement fills me, and arousal builds low in my body as he steps even closer.
“So you have a choice,” he continues in that low voice that’s way too hot. “You can be good. Or I can make you be good.”
Something about his words and his no-nonsense delivery hits me right in the chest, and my dick goes from half-mast to fully hard in about three seconds.
