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His footsteps echo into the room and I press my body against the thick cold wall. I place my hand over my mouth to control my breathing. My heart hammers against my chest as his footsteps come closer and louder. I squirm deeper into the big sofa I was hiding under. Dammit! why didn't i listen to my instincts . I curse under my breath at my pathetic choice of hiding spots. The floor stops creeking and i slowly turn my head . My eyes meet his black shoes and I place my hand over my chest near my heart ,hoping he doesn't hear how his presence affects me. A gun clicks and I close my eyes. I'm too young to die. Oh heaven's! He takes in a deep breath and a chuckle leaves his lips. Something falls on the sofa as he walks towards another room. My lungs plead for air and I let out the breath I didn't realise I was holding. I hastily get from under the sofa fixing my short black silk night dress. It's thin fabric hugs my curves barely giving me any warmth. A cool breeze hits my exposed legs sending shivers up my spine. I can feel his burning gaze behind me. I hop on the sofa ,feeling the gun press my stomach. His strong arm circles around my waist throwing me on the bed. With quick reflexes i stand on the bed and point the gun at him. " Stay the hell away from me." My voice comes out in muffles because of my uneven breathing. " Put .the. gun. down." He steps towards me and my hands begin to shake. " I swear I'll pull the trigger." I panic taking a step back . I fall off the bed the gun slipping from my hands. I bolt towards the door when he jumps over the bed to my side. A scream leaves my lips when he grabs me and forces me back on the bed. He hovers on top of me positioning himself between my thighs. I fight under his large body trying not to cry. I freeze when I feel a cold solid object press against my core. My eyes widen and I look up to his lustful eyes. A smirk plays on his lips as he bends to my ear. " Now baby girl..tell me...who gets to pull the trigger."
chapter one
