Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Chapter 102.

My hands are shaking and I hate that he can probably see it. I hate that I’m standing here half naked in front of him, feeling exposed in more ways than one.

"How did you even get in?" I ask.

"The same way you did," he replies.

My chest tightens. "You have a key? My key?."

He doesn’t answer directly.

Of course he does.

Of course he does.

I feel stupid for ever thinking this place was separate from him. That I could just disappear into it and he wouldn’t know.

"You scared me," I say, and my voice cracks despite how hard I try to keep it steady. "You don’t just sit in the dark in someone’s bedroom."

His expression shifts slightly at that. Something flickers there. Regret, maybe. Or irritation at himself.

"I knocked," he says.

"I was in the shower."

He looks at my damp hair. The towel and water still clinging to my skin.

Silence stretches between us

My breathing is still uneven and I can feel my pulse in my wrists where I’m gripping the towel.

"Why did you leave?" he asks.

I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. "You’re asking me that?"

"You packed a bag and disappeared."

"I woke up to you covered in someone else’s blood," I shoot back. "You think I’m just going to stay and act normal?"

His jaw tightens again.

"I told you not to worry."

I stare at him like he’s lost his mind. "Not to worry? You said you fucking killed someone!."

He stands up slowly.

I stiffen immediately, pressing my back against the wall near the bathroom door.

He notices the way my body reacts to him.

And something in his face changes. Anger crossing his features

"I’m not going to fucking hurt you," he says.

"You don’t get to say that like it means anything," I whisper.

My mind is racing. Part of me is still in shock that he’s here. Another part is angry, another part is terrified and another horny part of me that I’m trying to push down down is remembering the feeling of him between my pussy pussy and it’s clouding my reasoning.

And somewhere deep under all of it is something wors

Relief.

Because he’s here.

Because I’m not alone anymore.

And I hate that part of me.

"I needed space," I say, quieter now. "I needed to think."

"And you couldn’t do that in my house?"

"Our house" I correct automatically, then regret it.

His eyes narrow slightly at the slip.

"I was scared," I admit, the words dragging out of me. "I didn’t know if I was next."

The room goes very still after that

He stares at me like I’ve slapped him.

"You think I’d kill you?" he asks.

"I don’t know what you’d do anymore," I answer honestly.

My fingers dig into the towel. My arms ache from holding it so tight but I don’t loosen my grip on it.

We stand there, facing each other in the quiet condo, the air still thick from my shower.

He leans back slowly, eyes dragging down my body. Not rushed Just... taking his time.

"You really thought you could run from me? Little spitfire. "

His voice is calm too calm for the anger I’m seeing on his face.

Anger flashes through me fast enough to overpower the fear.

"I didn’t run. I needed space."

He stands slowly approaching me.

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