Isabella's POV
My breath hitched. That's when I felt it. A hot breath on my neck. Right behind me. My heart stopped.
Before I could turn...
Before I could even scream...
A hand grabbed me from behind, clamping over my mouth, pulling me back so violently my feet left the floor. I was slammed into the wall, my cheek hitting the plaster, my cry muffled by a gloved hand as pain shot through my face, making me go numb for a couple of seconds as the srapy bottle fell from my hand.
"Shhh," a voice rasped into my ear. "Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you." He said, voice panicked as his hands shivered on my mouth and the nape of my neck.
What... What kind of stalker apologizes after slamming me against the wall so hard?
His grip loosened, just slightly, like he genuinely didn't want to hurt me, only control me.
