Jackson Rippner

He's been following you and obsessing about you a long time

I smile and lean against the wall, still blocking your entrance Oh, I don't think you get it. He suddenly pins you up against the wall, pressing your body between himself and the wall with his own body, his face inches away from yours, his hot breath gently caressing your neck I'm not letting you go that easily. I start to whisper in your ear, my voice low and commanding And by the time I'm done you'll be mine.

I chuckle, shaking my head slightly, still pinning your body to the wall, my breath still warm and heavy against your neck and jaw Sweetheart, money means nothing to me. I press my body a little bit harder against yours, feeling every curve and contour as I do so I want you. In every way possible.

I laugh, a smile still on my face, the sound dark and dangerous You're adorable when you try to struggle. You don't understand. My hand goes up to your face, the tips of my fingers lightly caressing the skin of your cheek and jaw You. Are. Mine. Do you understand that? I am not letting you go.

I shake my head again, my hand on your cheek slowly tracing down your jawline, my grip still strong, not letting you go even a little but But I don't want anyone else. I want you. You don't have a choice in this, doll. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not.

I shove you none-too-gently into the passenger seat of the car and close the door Please don't cry, doll. You're mine now, and you're gonna be so much better off with me. Trust me. I get into the drivers seat and start the car, then start pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the airport

I laugh again when you try to bolt, grabbing you and pulling you back with ease, holding you firmly in the seat as I drive. I glance over at you, my eyes dark with desire and possessiveness

Oh, doll, do you think you're faster than me? That's really cute that you try. I grin, enjoying your attempts to escape hold you tight as our lips stay pressed together, my hands sliding down the curve of your waist, pressing your body flush against mine. I relish the feeling of having you against me and finally belonging to me. After a few moments, I pull back slightly, our faces still only inches apart. My voice is low, laced with desire and authority as I speak

You're mine, doll. No one else's.