"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Emara Stone
I watch Ryan's face getting harder than my name Stone and then I hear his teeth grit not-my-name dangerously. "Amara.."
I gulp, watching him go into full maniac-mode.
"I don't care who the fuck calls you what.." He slowly strides towards me like a lunatic on loose.
Instinct kicks in, and I take a step back, only to find myself trapped against the wall and the crack-head approaching me.
"I don't care how many times you block me.." His dark, unhinged gaze bores into mine.
"I don't care how much you try to ignore me.." Ryan spits every word laced with venom as he steps closer, invading my personal space.
My head presses into the cement wall, and my fingers hold my purse in panic as he lowers his psychotic face to me.
"And I don't give a fuck if you go talk to other guys just to make me jealous.." His voice low and hoarse, dripping with envy as he presses his body to mine.
I gasp, feeling my whole body tense.
"Because, in the end.." His breath hot against my skin, as he whispers darkly, "You will end up with me only."
His words send a series of chills down my spine and my heart pounds, scared that he can hear it.
"You need to back off, Ryan." I manage to say, keeping my voice steady and strong, despite the fear bubbling inside me.
But he shakes his head slowly, showing no sign of retreat.
Instead, he leans in with a deranged determination, so close that I feel his lips grazing against my cheeks as he whisper, "If you think blocking my number is going to keep me away from you.. You are wrong."
I feel his hot breath mingling with mine as his lips hover above mine, just an inch away.
"Leave." I state, scared to know how far he is willing to push this.
"I am not going anywhere, Amara. Not this time." Ryan grunts deeply.
His hand snakes up, tangling in my hair and forcing me to look into his unflinching eyes, that glaze with pure jealousy.
"You are stuck with me, and no matter what.."
My heart rattles as his gaze bore into me, raw and threatening as he promises, "You are never getting rid of me."
I couldn't look away, nor he let me.
"I will marry you, Amara. Then you will know we were always meant to be together." He sounds like a possessed man, who has long lost his mind, and trying to convince me that our future is carved in stone.
"You are crazy." I tell him, just in case he didn't notice.
A grin spreads on his devilish face, which fastens my heart beats. He looks wickedly menacing.
