The monster didn't flinch. He adjusted his stance, pinned one arm beside my head with a force that said 'don't even think about moving,' while the other curled around my waist.
His knee wedged between mine. I could feel the roughness of his pants grazing dangerously close to where I was most vulnerable, and the intimacy of it made my skin crawl.
"You have no idea how f*****g obsessed I am with you, Green." His voice was low, gravel-edged and intimate, and brushed against the sensitive dip beneath my jaw.
Oh, God. This looked like a movie scene.
If this were anyone else—a harmless man with sweet eyes and kind hands—I'd have melted. I'd have kissed him.
But it was him—the monster. The monster who killed people without remorse. The monster who hurt me.
I could never fall for anythin
