53. Stabbed With Love

Tallulah's POV

“You're not gonna hurt me Tallulah.”

He voiced.

My heart paced with every stride he took, closing the space in between us. He had that shimmer in his eyes that showed just how arrogant and confident he felt. That look made me hate him, but for some reason I found myself moving backwards as he drew closer and closer.

“You need to stop.” I threatened.

He stared back at me with that expressionless look, still striding forward at a slow pace. I wasn't scared at first, nor did I feel charmed by his approach. It was more like an irk feeling, like I was being chased by a zombie.

I knew exactly what he was capable of from the way he forcefully touched me in my bathroom, but what I feared the most was what would happen if he did it again. My body would be tempted to give in to his touches and kisses, and we would end up taking our intimacy to dark lengths.

And at the end of the night, he would boast about how I couldn't resist him while I torture myself mentally for giving in