Midnight Intruder’s Milk Claim - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

The second his body pressed me against the wall, I knew—this man was pure, terrifying strength.
One hand wedged protectively between my swollen belly and the cold surface behind me, while the other crushed any sound before it could leave my lips.
Fear turned my blood to ice. Muffled, desperate noises slipped out as I fought to form words.
Then, just like that, the pressure vanished.
Shaking, I choked out, "Who are you? Please... don't—"
"I have cash," I rushed, voice cracking. "Guest room closet. Take it. Just go."
A low, humorless laugh vibrated through him. "Money?" His gloved fingers hooked under my chin, forcing my gaze up. "Quiet now. Wouldn’t want to... overreact."
The phrasing was strange, but terror left no space for questions.
Even if he said he wouldn’t hurt me, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe it.
I gave a stiff nod—yes, yes, I’ll behave—and like magic, his hold eased. Then, in one effortless motion, he lifted me, cradling my pregnant frame against his chest before depositing me onto the bed with unsettling care.
Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating his head-to-toe tactical gear. The black balaclava hid everything but those eyes—sharp, calculating, locked onto me in the dim glow.
A complete stranger.
Yet as I lay frozen, his stare traced over me like he was memorizing every detail. Then, with movements too practiced to ignore, he reached for something on my nightstand.