AT THE PARTY NEXTDOOR BY MELLA

Every stitch of the expensive fabric seemed to whisper Sum

eet into my heels, clutched the oversized blazer around my stained dress, and bolted for the front door. The

ting the 'Down' button with a trembling thumb.

ou think yo

shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, his face a mask of controlled fury. He didn'

id, my voice cracking. "The pa

itation to freedom. I stepped inside, but before I could hit t

box with me. The space was suddenly to

I just cleared my house for you. I just threatened the elite of

ning my eyes. "Five thousand? Ten? Was I a difficult target, o

lasted only a second before it was replaced by a dark

ave. To see how fast you could get the 'scholarship girl' into your bed. Summer told me everyth

eard the bone click. He didn't deny it with words. Instead, he took a pre

, his voice dropping to a whispe

friend! Why w

on either side of my head, pinning me. The sheer power radiating off him was suffocat

not y

smelling of dark bourbon and obsession. "You think I'd let just anyone wear my

with a jagged movement. He swiped

g. A glowing red dot was pu

every second since you moved in. I put a tracker in that 'welcome' gift your landlord left on your counter. I

ice. "You... you're

ing them above my head with effortless strength. He reached out with his

itorous jolt of electricity through my body. "Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever. Y

floor. It bypassed my apartment entir

oice thick with a dark, possessive promise. "B

to his private sanctuary-a world of da

oked his arm under her knees and lifted her into his arms. He didn't look at her with kin

elevator doors hissed shut behind them, Tyl

the prize was never her h