She didn’t just rent an apartment. She stepped into her stalker’s trap.
Ava thinks she’s alone. Safe. But I’ve been inside her walls since day one. Watching. Touching. Waiting. And the second I saw her spread those sweet thighs in her sleep? I was done waiting.
She doesn’t know I already own her. Doesn’t know she’s been mine from the second she walked through that door. And when she finally learns the truth? She’ll be too full of me to run.
