The air hung with anticipation as I stood there, the phone still pressed against my ear. His words echoed in my mind.

Picking up my phone, answering the call and holding the phone to my ear. My voice calm and steady, "Yes Mr. stalker. Do I know you?" He chuckled.

Audacity of this guy.

"Don't you know who I'm, my little fox?" His voice came more huskier than ever through the other side of the phone, I can get a picture of him smirking.

I hate this man but his voice always turn me on.

I swear I would kill him if he ever showed up in front of me.

"You can kill me but when I'm deep inside your tight cunt, Amara. You understand?" He growled in his manly voice which did something to my core and I clenched my thighs.

"Don't you dare to talk this shits with me. And I don't care who the hell are you. It's better if you stop calling me otherwise-" he cut me off in the middle.

"Otherwise what? What you gonna do, fiesty woman?"

His dark deeply voice will one day be the death of me. I don't know why the fuck I always get turned on just by his voice.

He's challenging me, just wait and watch, you bloody stalker.

"Once you show up in front of me then I'll let you know, what I can do to you."

"Hmm, just give me two minutes, sweetheart. I'll show up to you right now but" he paused and took a deep breath and said in his deep voice, "To tear that tight pretty cunt of yours, and to claim what's mine, forever." He growled at the end.

And that was it. I don't know what he's upto but I'm sure that he's gonna fuck the shit of my mind in the next few hours.

But I don't care, he can do whatever he want and I'll glady let him do it. Cause he's mine. He can rail me and I won't even stop him.

He's all mine to love, devour and torment.

A sudden knock jolted me out of my thoughts. I moved towards the door but as soon as I opened, there was no one but only the moonlight scattered in the hallway.

Was it just my mind playing games with me? Was it a trap? But as soon as I turned around I was pinned to the wall. A hand muffled my screams and there he was standing in front of me with a smirk on his handsome face.

Just looking at his face can make me wet.

The night had only just begun, and the shadows whispered of secrets yet to be revealed, of a fate entwined with his in ways I could never have imagined.

And as I gazed into his eyes, I knew that the true battle had just begun, and only time would tell who would emerge victorious in this deadly game of love and betrayal.

More twists, more facades, more lies, most importantly TRAP.