I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Georgia’s POV

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Louiella came bustling back into the hallway, wiping her hands on her apron, her face alight with matchmaking enthusiasm. “Now, young man, you haven’t even told me your name! How rude of me not to

ask.

Estevan turned on the charm, a practiced, lethal weapon I hadn’t seen him wield quite like this before. He took Louiella’s hand gently. “Estevan Salvatore, ma’am.’s a true pleasure to meet you. Georgia has told me so much about you.”

Liar. I hadn’t mentioned her once.

Louiella positively beamed, patting his hand. “Oh, Estevan! Such a strong name! And such a gentleman.” She trusted him instantly, completely snowed by his polite facade. “Alright, you two rest. You must be exhausted from your journey. I’m just going down to the market to get some fresh ingredients for a proper welcome dinner tonight!” And just like that, she was gone, leaving me alone with the devil himself in my childhood home.

My heart was beating so fast as I followed him as he walked calmly into my bedroom, the room where I’d dreamed innocent dreams, now tainted by his presence He dropped his bag on the floor and turned, surveying the simple, familiar space with an air of ownership.

I slammed the door shut behind me, the sound echoing in the sudden, tense silence.

“Are you completely insane?!” I hissed, “Get out of my house. Now. Or I swear to God, you will regret ever finding me.”

He merely raised an eyebrow, “Are you threatening me, Georgia?” He took a step closer, invading my space, his sheer size overwhelming. “Because if memory serve, you are the one who betrayed me. You set my enemy free. By all rights, I should be putting a bullet in your beautiful, treacherous head right now, not standing in your quaint little bedroom.”

He was right. And I was trapped. I instinctively took a step back, my hand moving towards where my gun should have been holstered. But it wasn’t there. I had let it in my bag when I changed. I was unarmed. Defenseless!

“You think I wanted to set him free?” I spat, trying to coer my rising panic with anger. “He lied to me! He used me! Just like everyone else,seems to do!”

“And yet, you still made the choice,” he countered, his vice dangerously soft. “You chose your blood over your contract. Over me.” He took another step. “Loyalty is everything in my world, Georgia. And you failed.”

“This isn’t your world!” I shot back. “This is my home! You have no right-”

“I have every right,” he interrupted, his voice like ice. “You signed a contract. Your life, your skills, your loyalty they belong to me now. And I collect what is mine.”

That was it. The rage boiled over. Words were useless against him. My training screamed at me-neutralize the threat.

I moved fast, pivoting low, aiming a sharp elbow strike his ribs while simultaneously trying to sweep his legs out from under him. It was a move designed to incpacitate quickly and efficiently.

It was like hitting solid rock. He didn’t even flinch. Before my strike could land, his hand clamped around

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my wrist like a steel trap, halting my momentum instantly.

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With his other hand, he effortlessly blocked my sweep, pun me around with dizzying speed, and slammed me back against the closed bedroom door, pinning me there with his body.

One arm was pinned above my head, the other trapped between our bodies. His face was inches from mine, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and something else… something dark and possessive.

He was stronger. Faster. More skilled. The realization hi me like a slap. I had completely underestimated him!

“Was that,” he murmured, his breath warm against my check, “supposed to hurt?”

“Get off me!” I gasped, pushing against him. It was no use. He pressed his body hard against mine, trapping me against the door.

I gasped again. His body felt so warm and strong. We had kissed before, but we had never been this close! It was too much. I took a shaky breath. He leaned his head close, like he was looking for my lips.

“Hey… look at me…” he whispered.

I looked up into his eyes. Then my eyes looked down at his lips. In that second, he couldn’t stop himself. He kissed me hard, like he was starving.

My eyes opened wide. What should I do?

I tried to move away, but he kept kissing me. “Estevan… stop….” I mumbled against his mouth.

He didn’t stop. He kissed me more, pushing his tongue to my mouth. Then his lips moved down my neck. He bit me softly. I gasped, and a small sound came out of my throat. His lips went lower, past my collarbone, towards my chest.

That woke me up. Panic shot through me. I pushed him hard with both hands.

“No,” I choked out, shaking my head. “Stop. Not there.”

“Why not?” he murmured, his voice a low growl. He wasn’t asking for permission; he was challenging my refusal.

Before I could answer, he captured both of my wrists in one large hand, easily pinning them above my head against the door. His other hand snaked around my wait, pulling me impossibly closer. He was completely in control.

My eyes widened in panic, but then his mouth found mine again, and all thought dissolved into pure sensation. This kiss wasn’t just hungry; it

S possessive a claiming.

His lips were firm, insistent, moving against mine with practiced heat that sent fire through my veins. He tasted faintly of coffee and something uniquely him, ark, intoxicating flavor.

His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine in a deep, rhythmic dance that mirrored the frantic beat of my heart.

The world narrowed to the pressure of his lips, the heat of his body, the rough scrape of his jaw against my

skin.

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