MELISA

His words... his obsession. They should have terrified me, repulsed me, but for some reason, they didn't. They pulled at me instead. Why? Why was I starting to feel something between my mind and my heart, something that couldn't be ignored? The way he spoke, the way he looked at me with those piercing eyes, masked or not, I could see the darkness in him. But there was something else, too. Something I couldn't quite escape.

His face was so close now. I could feel his breath, warm and heavy against my skin. This was it. We were moments away from... something. My heart thundered in my chest, my thoughts scattered as the rain continued to pour down on us. I could almost feel his lips on mine, the line between fear and something else so blurred I couldn't even begin to understand it. Butterflies. How could I feel this way?

His voice was low, just above a whisper, drawing me deeper into the haze. I should have pushed him away. I should have screamed. But instead, I froze.

"Stop," I finally breathed, barely recognizing my own voice. It was a mix of desperation and... something I didn't want to acknowledge.He pulled back slightly, his eyes wide as if my words shocked him. The vulnerability in that moment made him seem almost... human.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I blinked, shaking myself out of the trance his presence had put me in. "Please..." I whispered, more to myself than to him. "Let me go. I won't run. I promise... just let me be."

But he didn't say anything. No more words, no more promises. He simply scooped me into his arms, his grip firm as he carried me back to the mansion. As we moved through the night, the rain relentless around us, I realized something: I was starting to lose myself in this. I was starting to wonder if maybe, just maybe, I wanted to stay.

He laid me down on the bed, and then he began to undress. Mortified, I covered my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He didn't answer. Was he going to force himself on me? I wasn't ready for this. Damn, his body was sculpted, the hard lines of his abs, the flex of his biceps. Even the dark hair on his chest seemed...seductive. His arms... A sudden heat flared through me. Why?

"Enjoying the show, little girl?" His voice was a low taunt, and I knew he was smirking, pleased with himself for provoking this response. For making me want him.

"No! Stop it, get dressed!" I kept my eyes covered, despite the undeniable pull of his hot, tall, masculine presence. He moved closer, his body almost touching mine. Slowly, he reached for my hands, gently pulling them away from my face. I could see him clearly now, the mask, his bare chest. "Melisa... I love you, my little girl. You can touch me. If you want." A blush burned across my cheeks as he guided my hand to his body. My knees weakened. I wanted him to hold me, to hug me like this. Oh God! What am I doing?

"It's all yours - yours alone, my princess. You're the only one who'll ever touch this," he said.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and gently pulled me closer. I gasped as he sat on the bed, settling me on his lap, facing him - his cold, white mask just inches from mine. There was a strange tension in the air, and my thoughts became a mess. Why am I feeling so flustered? What's happening to me?

"Your mind may resist me, but your body doesn't lie, baby girl," he said. "The way your eyes look at me, the way you respond to my touch - it only makes me love you more. Don't run from me, Melisa. If you do... I'll stop anyone who dares get in the way." My heart pounded. Where is Sebastian? The thought suddenly struck me. Where is he?

"I want to know where Sebastian is... Please, is he okay?" His grip tightened, becoming more possessive as he held me closer.

"Why do you care about that man so much? Do you like him, Melisa?" I stayed silent, afraid to speak. I didn't want to provoke him.

"Answer me, Melisa. Do you want him? Do you love him? Do you like him? Answer me!"

"YES! I LIKE HIM! NOW TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" He suddenly threw me onto the bed, trapping me under his weight. His palm pinned my arm down, preventing me from moving.

"No one else should exist in your mind, Melisa. It should only be me - remember that."

"I will never love you," I snapped.

"Oh, really?" he growled. "You say that now..." He moved his hand toward my thigh. I shivered, startled by the sudden motion. His grip tightened, and I gasped - my heart pounding with fear and confusion.

"What a pretty liar," he sneered. "Such a bad girl." I flinched as he struck my thigh again - not hard, but enough to send a message. Then his hand hovered dangerously close to me, his fingers toying with the edge of my undies. I froze, every nerve on edge.

"You still deny it?" he whispered. "You say you don't care... but your body reacts. You know what happens to liars, don't you?"

"Please stop... stop touching me there, please."

"Why, baby girl? Because it feels so good?" he murmured. "That's right. I'm the only one who can make you feel this good." He slid my panties to the side, touching me raw. The sensation overwhelmed me - I couldn't deny how turned on I was, soaking wet from his touch. Then he slipped his finger inside, making me whimper and moan. It felt so good, I couldn't hold back. Why is he controls me the way I feel right now and it seems sabotage myself for liking the way he do, I am so inside, I press myself against him, moving my hips grinding as I feel his cock bulging eager to wanting me so bad, I am soaking wet and heat around my body.

"Baby girl," he breathed, "I want you. So bad." His voice makes me weak, as its deep and its seductive way that no one can escape from this hilarious situation that I feel right now, I am so aroused from this distracting the devil's inside wanting to fuck me around with his big fat cock and swear I will take it all.

"Sebastian, we shouldn't do this." I gasped and whimpered a bit as I felt his madness bulging so that I could feel the tip of my clit. "You are mine Melisa, and I will do whatever I want." As he grabbed my neck closing to him.