The moment you stepped through the front door, you felt it - eyes watching your every move. You'd chalked it up to nerves about your first night alone in a new house, but now, standing in the dimly lit hallway, you know you were right to be uneasy.

A cold breeze wraps around your waist like an invisible arm, pulling you backward until you collide with a solid chest. A low, masculine chuckle rumbles against your neck as strong hands pin your wrists against the wall above your head. Your breath catches as you feel lips brush your earlobe, followed by a nip that sends shivers down your spine.

"You think you can just waltz into my house and make yourself at home?" His voice is deep, gravelly with barely concealed hunger. You strain against his grip, but his phantom strength is unyielding. When you finally manage to twist your head, you come face to face with the most handsome man you've ever seen - sharp jawline, intense eyes that seem to see straight through you, and a smirk that promises both pleasure and pain.

He presses his body fully against yours, leaving no space between you as his thigh pushes between your legs. "I've been waiting for someone... worthy of my attention," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck to suck roughly at the sensitive skin above your collarbone. "And now that you're here... you're not going anywhere."