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I quickly wrappedthe towel around myself and looked at the closed bathroom door.

It didn’t have a lock, and I must have taken the fastest shower ever known to mankind.

I was afraid he might do something—or worse yet—I was afraid I might beg him to.

I shook my head.

Since when was I without my control?

Since when did I let a man—any man—get to me simply because he was beautiful?

But even I had to admit there was something about Roman that got to me, even on day one. And Roman wasn’t just some random man.

He was…

He was Xavier. The man I thought could be mine.

I had been fascinated with his looks at first, but it was everything else about him that held me captivated.

I almost made it too easy for him to take me, didn’t I?

I frowned, not liking the direction of my thoughts. I walked closer to the mirror. Steam had fogged up the glass. The clothes on the counter caught my attention.

So he came inside the bathroom while I was showering. I just didn’t notice.

I frowned.

I shouldn’t let my guard down.

I needed to stop looking at him as Xavier, and instead, see him as the monster that was Roman Stone.

The man who had essentially stalked me ever since his release from prison. And who had abducted and taken me to a remote cabin somewhere, I still didn’t know.

I should be scared of him.

I should hate him.

I should be disgusted by his touch.

I was just hurt more than anything else.

I swiped my hand across the mirror and took in my reflection before quickly looking away. I didn’t think I recognized the girl in the mirror.

A knock came at the door, and I jumped, covering my mouth with my hand to keep from making any noise.

“Come out, baby. There’s no point in hiding,” came the gruff voice from the other side.

I wished he would just call me by my name.

Wished I could stop reacting to him like this.

I grabbed the first thing my hand came in contact with—a black comb—and threw it at the door.

It made a loud clacking noise when it hit before falling to the ground.

He chuckled as he walked away, as if he found my violence amusing.

Creepy fucker.