AVA'S POV
The drive back to my apartment was agonizingly short. The silence in the car wasn't empty; it was heavy, charged with the kind of electricity that made the air feel thin.
Adrian's hand rested possessively on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow, maddening circles against the fabric of my coat, while his other hand gripped the steering wheel with effortless control.
"Thank you for coming, Ava," he said, his voice low, vibrating through the small space. He turned to me, his eyes dark and intense. "I enjoyed having you."
He pulled the car to a halt right in front of my building, but he didn't unlock the doors. Instead, he just stared.
He looked at me with a hunger that made a shiver cascade down my spine, settling deep in my stomach.
"Now that you know who I am," he said, his voic
