Cecelia's POV
I couldn't breathe properly or normally. Every breath came out fast and uneven, like my chest didn't know how to slow down anymore.
His hand was still on my neck. Firm and warm. Very controlling. And my body wasn't listening to me.
"Stay still."
His voice came out low again. Heavy. It went straight through me.
"I am,"
I whispered, but my voice shook. I wasn't moving. But inside? Everything was moving too fast. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.
My fingers trembled at my sides. My legs felt weak like they might give out any second.
His eyes stayed locked on mine. Extremely Focused. Like he was watching every single reaction.
Every breath. Every sound. And that made everything worse. Because I couldn't hide anything. Not the fear.
Not the confusion. Not the way my body was reacting. His thumb moved slowly along my neck. Just a small movement.
But it sent a sharp feeling through me. I gasped. My body leaned forward slightly without thinking.
My eyes widened. Why did that happen? Why couldn't I stop it? His gaze dropped to my lips. Then back to my eyes.
"Don't fight it,"
He said.
My brows pulled together.
"I'm not—"
"You are."
His grip tightened just a little.
"Your body says something else."
My chest rose faster.
"I don't understand…"
My voice came out small. Broken. And it was true. Nothing made sense. I was scared. I knew I should be scared. This man had killed people without blinking.
He controlled everything in this room. In this place. I should only feel fear. But instead.
There was something else. Something is growing. Something burning slowly under my skin. And I couldn't stop it.
His other hand moved slowly. Careful. It brushed lightly against my arm. Then higher.
My breath caught again and my body reacted instantly. My eyes closed for a second. Then it opened quickly.
"No…"
The word slipped out. But it didn't sound strong. It sounded confusing and weak. He noticed.
Of course he noticed.
"You feel it,"
He said. It wasn't a question. I shook my head slightly.
"I don't—"
"You do."
His voice stayed calm and very certain. My chest tightened and my fingers curled again.
That heat has spread more now. From my chest down. Deeper and stronger.
I pressed my lips together. Trying to hold it back. Trying to ignore it. But it didn't stop. It only grew.
His hand moved again. Now on my waist. Firm. Holding me in place. My body tensed. Then softened. My breath came out in a shaky exhale.
"Marcus…"
I whispered again. I didn't even know why I said his name. It just came out. Like I needed to say it. His eyes darkened more. If that was even possible.
"Say it again."
My lips parted slightly.
"I…"
But the words didn't come. Because my body reacted again. Stronger this time as my back arched slightly my breath hitched.
A soft sound left my lips before I could stop it. And I froze. My eyes widened in shock. That wasn't me.
That didn't feel like me. But it was. And that made everything worse. His grip on my waist tightened. His breathing changed. Not calm anymore.
"Look at me."
I forced my eyes up again slowly. My vision felt slightly blurry. My head felt light. His gaze locked onto mine. Intense and focused. Hungry.
"You don't even understand what you're doing,"
He said. I shook my head quickly.
"I don't—"
"I know."
His hand moved again. Up my side. Slow and deliberate. My body reacted instantly again. Another gasp and shake. Another wave of heat. It was too much. Everything felt too much.
"I can't—"
I started.
"You can."
His voice cut through mine. Sharp and commanding.
"You will."
My breath broke. My fingers reached out again. This time, I touched him. Just his arm. Light and careful.
But the moment I did, something changed. A sharp reaction moved through him. I felt it.
His body tensed and his jaw tightened. His eyes darkened even more. And that made my chest tighten again.
"What… was that?"
I whispered. He didn't answer. His focus stayed on me. But something shifted. Something deeper. His hand moved suddenly.
Grabbing my wrist. Pulling me closer. My body pressed against his. I gasped loudly.The contact sent a stronger reaction through me. My knees almost gave out.
My free hand grabbed his shirt slightly. Trying to steady myself. But it only made things worse. Because now I was touching him more.
Feeling him more. And my body reacted again. Faster and stronger. My breathing became uneven.
"Stop—"
I whispered. But I didn't move away. I didn't pull back. And that made no sense. His head lowered slightly. Closer to my face.
"Do you want me to stop?"
He asked. My chest rose sharply.
"I…"
I didn't know the answer. My mind said yes. My body didn't.
"I don't know…"
I whispered. And that was the truth. His eyes searched mine for a second. Then his grip tightened.
He pulled me even closer. My body pressed fully against his now. My breath caught completely.
Everything inside me reacted at once. The heat. The fear. The confusion. The pull.bIt all mixed together.
His hand moved to my back.nHolding me in place.bMy fingers gripped his shirt tighter. I couldn't stand properly anymore.
My legs felt weak. My body leaned into him. Without thinking or meaning to.
And that scared me. Because I didn't know how to stop it. His face moved closer. His breath brushed against my skin.
My heart pounded harder. I closed my eyes for a second. Then opened them again.
"Marcus…"
I whispered again. His name felt different now. Not just fear but something else and deeper. It was dangerous.
His grip tightened again. Like he made a decision. He wasn't holding back. My body reacted instantly.
Another sharp wave hit me. I gasped loudly. My head tilted slightly. My chest pressed against his.
Everything felt too sensitive. Too intense. And then something changed. Suddenly and completely.
His entire body went still. Just like that and frozen. My eyes snapped open fully. My breath still came fast.
But he wasn't moving. Not at all. His grip stayed on me. But it didn't move.
It didn't idn't tighten. Didn't loosen. Just… still. My brows pulled together.
"What… happened?"
No answer. His eyes changed. The intensity was still there. But something else appeared.Something was wrong.
His head lifted slightly. Like he was listening to something I couldn't hear. His body stayed tense. Completely rigid. My heart still pounded. But now fear returned stronger.
"What's wrong?"
I whispered. Still no answer. His jaw tightened. His grip finally loosened. Just slightly. But enough for me to feel it.
Enough to know.Something was very wrong. And whatever it was… It had nothing to do with me.