Chapter 53

Shantelle’s POV

By the time we got to the door of what must be the room, I had managed to get some of my bearings back. I could still walk away before this escalated any further.

“I don’t think we should do this,” I said, even though there was zero conviction behind my words. Excitement buzzed under my skin at the thought of what he might do to me in that bedroom.

He unlocked the door with a swipe of a card and held it open for me with his palm. His gaze melted me from the inside out.

“Get inside, Shantelle.”

This was it. The moment of truth. Once that door closed behind me, I knew I wouldn’t leave.

His eyes were trained on my face. Warm hazel orbs made nearly black by his enlarged irises. Inside all that darkness was a spark. A bright candle flame that burned for me. I latched onto that imagery and convinced myself that I was the one in control here.

And then I stepped across the threshold.

Seven flicked on the lights, and the