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value is here.” When he spoke, the words as noxious fume lit a frisson of disquiet along her nape. “It’s right here, before me.”
    Her heart drummed in her ears. Was he talking about her? Value, as in his victim?
    “And I want it bad.” His hands on either side tightened over hers. “I want you bad, Elaine.”
    He was talking about her! And he knew her name!
    He knew her name? The thought clunked her over the head.
    Now, there’s every likelihood that he would have made inquiries about her, intending as he had to rob the apartment, or rape her. But.. the way he said her name..
    It sounded familiar. As though he had known her for long, she had known him..
    The fog of alarm and fear cleared to thrum a cord of recognition in her. And then pure fury charged her.
    “You bastard!” She fought his tenacious grasp with renewed spirit.
    It might have been pitch black, but there was no doubt in her mind as to the identity of this intruder.
    Elaine flailed like mad. And all that thrashing rewarded her with an arm slipped free. She didn’t waste a moment cashing on this golden chance with a deadly elbow rammed in his ribcage.
    The sound of his Umph satisfied her as nothing else. Longing for an encore of it, she swung once again. But her leverage of surprise gone, he detained that wayward arm and nailed both her wrists to the door, high over her head in one hand, with ludicrous ease.
    “Stop it, Elaine.” He growled out.
    “Never! Get away from me.”
    She tried to get him at the shin with her kicking, or perhaps stamp his instep. But the invasive proximity of his wouldn’t allow her the required leeway to accomplish such a stunt with any measure of success.
    “You have a knack for scurrying out of tight spots, don’t you?” Trevor shook her wrists. “Let’s see you get out of this.” The superior weight of his body pressed further into her.
    The victorious note in his tone scored Elaine. Solid bars of his powerful thighs flanking her, she was imprisoned as surely as a hapless mouse trapped in a cat’s paw–immovable despite her best efforts to spring free.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, nor do I have any inclination to play your silly games with you.” Elaine kept tugging at her arms over her head. “Let go of me, Trey!” She bawled, frustrated with her repeated failure to pry his grip.
    “I’ve been fucking fighting a battle with myself to let go of you since the day I laid eyes on you!” Trevor’s whiplash admission reverberated in the darkened room, having Elaine flinching away from it.
    But a groan fuelled with uninhibited, potent craving followed her. When it made contact with her bare nape, the lone action sent tide of battering waves through her body, curling her toes, her high-heels long since lost in the fray.
    He spoke again, as if the ardent admissions were being wrenched out from him. “Every time I think I’ve shaken myself loose, you show up and I see I’m still as damned as a fly caught in a shiny web. Reduced to hanging tied year after year in the same mouldy old corner.”
    Trevor felt her stiffen, but recounting of her sins against him had opened a dam on his wounds, and he couldn’t stop the aspersions from inundating. “Do you know how it feels to have your pride shredded to pieces conceding that for years, like a fool, you have been fighting a losing battle?”
    Elaine was amazed by the depth of pain his words could still cause her.
    How much clearer would he have to be for her to finally accept that Trevor McBain never, nor would he ever consider her worth more than the dust beneath his shoes. He knew her to be trash, and was ashamed of wanting her.
    “You have the nerve to lob accusations when your one mission in life has been to torment me.” She hurled at him. “And right now you’re no better than a common burglar the way you entered my apartment. How did you get in?”
    “That’s not the question I wanted asked.”
    “Really? Fine, then O’ Mighty