His Possession Her Hell {18+}

She froze when she felt his presence behind her - too close, too intense. His breath brushed against her ear, his voice low. "Do you like your new home, little fighter?" A shiver ran down her spine. She turned to look at him, heart hammering against her ribs. She hesitated. "There's no... lock on the door?" He gave a dark smile. "Why would I lock something I own?" Her heart skipped. She hated how easily he could rattle her. He was watching her-his eyes dark, unreadable, as if daring her to run, knowing she couldn't. "I'm not yours," she whispered.