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Edward leaned forward and kissed Kelsea’s cheek. She tried to move away from him, but he had a strong grip on her shoulders.
He pulled back and smiled gently at her. “It’s okay. I know you don’t love me yet, but you will one day. Until then, let me love you, Kelsea.”
She shivered with disgust. Did he really think she’d ever willingly let him touch her? Or that she’d ever love him? He was a sick, twisted f**k who killed her exes, kidn*pped her friend, and stalked her for months. She’d be crazy to love him.
“Why are you doing all this, Edward?”
His brows pulled together, a crease forming between them. “What do you mean?”
“Stalking me—”
He raised his hand, halting her words. The swift blow struck her cheek, making her dizzy. She was sure she had a concussion, but she wasn’t willing
