Novel Full Chapter 1002 Infinite
Chapter 1002: Chapter 1002 Infinite
"You’re here," Karen said, her voice soft but strained.
It was a statement more than a greeting, an acknowledgment of the inevitable.
Her eyes trailed slowly from the floor to the man standing before her.
Ross—tall, broad-shouldered, and still as a mountain—looked exactly as she remembered and yet somehow entirely different.
His face was unremarkable by ordinary standards, but the weight of his presence made everything around him fade into insignificance.
He didn’t need beauty to draw attention; his confidence did all the work.
Every movement, every breath he took seemed deliberate, calm, and absolute.
Karen swallowed hard. There was something terrifying about a man who knew exactly who he was.
"Only because you called for me to be here," Ross said with that half-smile she remembered too well.
"Your manager, by the way, is quite a lovely lady. Very persuasive."
Karen forced a small laugh, though it came out hollow.
"I’ve seen you follow me for years, Ross. At first, I thought I was imagining it—some fan who got too attached, some shadow that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it’s always you, isn’t it? You’re stalking me hard."
His silence confirmed everything.
"Now I just want it to stop," she continued, gathering the courage to meet his gaze. "What will it take for you to leave me alone?"
But even as the words left her mouth, Karen knew they were a lie—a defense mechanism.
The part of her that wanted him gone was shrinking, suffocating under the other part that didn’t understand why she wanted him to stay.
Ross took a slow step closer.
Not threatening, not aggressive—just enough to close the space that allowed her to think clearly.
His presence seemed to press against her skin, seeping into her senses.
Karen’s breath hitched, and her hands trembled slightly before she forced them behind her back.
Her body was betraying her.
She could feel her pulse racing, her chest tightening as though the air itself had thickened.
The absurdity of it all made her dizzy. How could she fear a man so much and still crave his nearness?
She wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was cruel for doing this to her—for knowing what his mere existence did to her composure.
But she also wanted to ask him why he had chosen her, why he watched her all these years without ever taking that final step.
Ross tilted his head slightly, watching her every reaction.
"You say you want me to stop," he said quietly, his tone unreadable, "but you called for me anyway. Why is that?"
Karen felt her lips part, but no words came out. The question hung in the air, sharp and suffocating.
She didn’t know the answer. Or maybe she did, and that frightened her more than anything else.
"But it doesn’t matter," Ross said, his voice low and steady, carrying an unnerving certainty.
"No matter what you do, you’ll be mine. Always. In time, you’ll beg for me to take and fuck you hard and when that day comes, I’ll be more than happy to give you exactly what you’ve been craving without even realizing it yet." He smiled faintly, not arrogantly, but with a calm assurance that left no room for doubt.
Every word seemed to wrap around her like an invisible chain.
Karen stayed silent, frozen in place.
She wanted to speak, to argue, to fight him with every ounce of strength she had—but her body refused to cooperate.
Her chest tightened, her breaths came in shallow, rapid pulls, and she felt a warmth building deep within her that she couldn’t contain.
She tried to take a deep breath, to steady herself, to clear her mind—but each inhalation only made it worse.
Ross’s scent, strong and undeniably masculine, wrapped around her senses, embedding itself deep inside her.
It was maddening.
Every fiber of her being was on high alert, every nerve screaming in protest, and yet... every nerve also burned with a dangerous, undeniable craving.
Karen’s mind fought back desperately.
This is absurd. I shouldn’t feel this way. I can’t.
But the moment her thoughts tried to assert control, her body betrayed her further.
Her hands trembled at her sides, and a shiver ran down her spine as if his mere presence had the power to reach inside her and pull her apart.
Ross took a step closer—not enough to touch, but close enough that the air between them seemed charged, electric.
Karen could feel it, the almost physical pressure of him, as if he were pressing against her without moving a muscle.
Her heart raced, her breath hitched, and for a brief, terrifying second, she imagined surrendering completely—not just to him, but to the storm of sensations he was stirring inside her.
"Karen," he said, his voice softer now, almost hypnotic, "you can fight it as much as you want. Pretend all you like. But sooner or later, you’ll realize how pointless it is. You’ll want me... and I’ll be right here."
She wanted to pull away. She wanted to reject him outright, to scream, to run—but her body refused.
Her legs felt weak, her hands clammy, and her skin seemed to tingle under the invisible weight of his gaze.
The frustration, the fear, and the forbidden excitement tangled together, leaving her dizzy and gasping for control she no longer possessed.
And yet, despite herself, she couldn’t stop thinking about him, about what he had just promised, about how impossible it was to ignore the pull he had over her.
Every instinct screamed that she should resist—but another part of her, one she didn’t want to admit existed, thrilled at the idea of finally surrendering.
***
One more week passed, each day stretching longer than the last, until Karen realized she couldn’t take it anymore.
The ache of anticipation, the constant pull of his presence in her thoughts, had become unbearable.
Just one kiss, she promised herself, repeating it like a mantra.
Just one kiss to confirm what I feel... and then I’ll know.