Tell Me You're Mine
623 Words
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1:34 AM — Ella’s Apartment
The video was grainy, but clear enough.
Maya was crying.
She was naked. Bound.
And Adrian was bleeding from the shoulder—his eyes wild, chest heaving.
“Why didn’t you just listen to me?” Maya screamed.
“I loved you, Adrian. But you don't let anyone love you!”
Then the footage cut off.
Ella’s heart hammered in her chest.
Her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
Was it self-defense? Abuse? Or something worse?
Before she could replay it, her screen went black.
Phone: dead.
Only… she hadn't touched it.
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2:02 AM — Door Knock
A knock.
Soft at first. Then harder.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Ella tiptoed to the peephole.
Her blood ran cold.
Adrian.
“Open the door, Ella,” his voice was low. Rough.
“I know you’re awake.”
She didn’t move.
“You broke into my files. Downloaded what wasn’t yours.”
“You want answers?” A pause. “Fine. I’ll give you everything.”
“But first, open the f*cking door.”
Against every voice in her head screaming don’t do it, she unlocked it.
And there he was.
Hair wet from the rain. Eyes unreadable.
His presence filled her entire doorway.
He stepped in slowly, like a storm slipping through the cracks.
“You saw Maya,” he said. Not a question.
“Why did she try to hurt you?” Ella asked.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he reached for her.
She flinched.
“Don’t,” she warned.
Adrian froze. “You think I’d hurt you?”
“You don’t need to. You already are.”
The words sliced him clean. But he didn’t step back.
He stepped forward.
“You saw me at my worst,” he said. “Now let me show you what I look like when I’m desperate.”
And before she could run or fight—he kissed her.
This kiss wasn’t about dominance.
It was about desire. Regret. Possession.
It was the kiss of a man used to control… and terrified of losing it.
He peeled off her clothes slowly this time, kissing every inch of her like a promise.
“You don’t get to run from me, Ella,” he whispered against her neck.
“You don’t get to be scared of what we are.”
She was trembling now.
Not from fear. From the fire building between her thighs.
“I’m not afraid of what we are,” she whispered. “I’m afraid of who you are.”
He pinned her to the wall, lips grazing hers.
“Then let me remind you.”
He lifted her leg, lined up, and slid into her—slow, deep, deliberate.
Ella gasped, head tilting back, mouth open.
“You’re still wet for me,” he groaned. “Even when you’re mad.”
He f****d her against the wall—slow at first, then harder, until she clawed at his back, moaning his name like it was the only truth she had left.
When she came, she bit his shoulder—right over the scar.
“You’re mine, Ella,” he hissed in her ear.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she moaned. “Only yours.”
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Later That Night
As Adrian slept beside her, Ella crept from the bed.
She had questions.
She had the password now.
But she had something more dangerous…
His trust.
She picked up his phone.
Slid it open. No password.
One message stood out:
UNKNOWN: She’s starting to remember. We need to finish this before she ends up like Maya.
Ella’s blood ran cold.
And then—she heard him whisper behind her:
“I really hoped you wouldn’t find that.”
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