His Forbidden Muse
"I know you wrote my name over and over again. I know you dreamed of my hands on you before you decided to hate me. Tell me, did it feel momentary then?"
My breath stutters. Shame slithers beneath my ribs, twisting, burning. He’s picking me apart, dismantling me piece by piece, and the worst part? I can’t tell if I want to run or collapse into it.
"Here’s how this will go." His voice drops lower, a quiet promise laced with poison. "You’ll be my girlfriend."
I blink. What?
"You’ll be mine." He says it like a claim, like a sentence. "And in return, I’ll give you immunity. No one will dare touch you, no one will look at you the wrong way. You’ll survive this year unscathed."