Sydney “I’ll escape if you touch me!” And I meant every word I said. He might be hot, but I wasn’t getting involved. My plan was straightforward. I would take up some work, and when I had enough, I would start afresh somewhere far away. He chuckled, not believing a word I said, and lay down next to me. “Soon you’ll be begging me to touch you, Princess. I promise you that.” “Go nuts, Mr. Kill, cause that’s never happening.” I dumped a few cushions between us, turned my back to him, and pulled the duvet over my head to sleep. That was enough to block him out, right? Wrong.I could hear him chuckling even through the thick duvet. Suddenly, I felt a weight on my body and gasped. Was it what I thought it was? There was only one way to find out. Pulling the duvet down a little, I peered out but gasped to find Killian in my personal space. Just as I had guessed, he had rolled over to pin me under his weight. The poor cushions lay at the foot of the bed, having failed to serve their purp
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