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Davorin tilted his head to the side, a ghost of a smile appearing. “Because it isn’t meant to be snooped around.”
I took in a sharp breath. “I’ll leave now.”
I brushed past him, heart hammering against my chest, though my victory didn’t last long. I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist, and then he pulled me right back to where I’d been standing. My back collided with his chest, and feeling his hot breath on my neck made me feel everything I wasn’t supposed to.
“Where do you think you’re going, hm?” His voice was sultry, and for reasons unknown to me, my body decided to react to his provocation, though my mind was still in charge.
“That would be impolite. First you break into my apartment, then you want to leave the minute you get caught?”
“I didn’t break in—the door was unlocked.”
He let out a low chuckle, and it was as if my entire body felt the warmth of his breath. Slowly, with the tips of his fingers, he took my hair and moved it over my right shoulder. I remained frozen in place, anticipating what was going to happen next.
In an instant, his hands were on my waist and he was spinning me round, catching me off guard for the second time.
My heel caught on the edge of the tile, and I found myself losing my balance. But Davorin was right there to catch me and pushed me against the table. His hands gripped the table on either side of me, blocking any chance of escape.
I dared to look in his eyes, the mask suddenly an obstacle I needed to get rid of as quickly as possible.
Davorin caged me in. His proximity made my body temperature increase rapidly, my cheeks flushing at the strong eye contact he held. It was as if a spell had been cast on me—alluring, manipulative, and destructive.
A menacing combination.
“Tell me, little lion,” he said, his voice low and deep, “what brings you here?”
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat as I searched for the right words. But picking and choosing what to say flew out of the window the moment his eyes hardened with evident lust.
“Take off that mask,” I demanded.
Davorin blinked slowly, a trace of shock on his face, or perhaps amusement, but it quickly vanished, leaving me to wonder if I’d imagined it.
“Avoiding my questions, aren’t we?” He hummed, pushing his hands nearer my body and leaning in closer. It was my defiance that had him intrigued.
“I said”—I licked my bottom lip—“take off the fucking mask.”
I gazed down at his hands—they were gripping the wooden table so hard that his knuckles had turned white. He was pissed, and I was irritated that I wasn’t speaking to him but to a phony.
“Didn’t I tell you to drop the fucking attitude?”
I blinked. “And I will as soon as you drop the mask.”
“No one has ever threatened me and lived to tell the tale, little lion.”
I snorted. “If you wanted me dead, I would’ve been dead a long time ago.”
Davorin blinked.
Then a loud laugh erupted from the depths of his throat, echoing around the room. It was enough to make anyone step aside and run, hide. Because I was no longer looking at a stalker—I was looking at a predator.
“Dead?” he repeated mockingly. “Death is the easy way. I don’t need to kill you or hurt you to have you fully succumb to me.”
My eyebrows shot to my forehead. “There’s no way I will ever succumb to you, Davorin.”
Chills ran up and down my body whilst I waited for him to respond. But he took his sweet time, torturing me with silence.
His finger traced over my cheek in a motion so slow, it made me desperate for more. He dragged his thumb across my chin until it landed on my bottom lip. I was barely breathing, and he knew he had me flustered.
“You already have, little lion.”
