Silence was her only answer.

She moved toward the window, peering down.

“Did he leave?”

Just as she was about to turn away, she felt the cold touch of a gun against her back.

Hannah froze, her body tensing up.

In the darkness, Bryson’s voice took on a menacing tone.

“Just a routine check, Miss Moore.

“What is it you’re after, Bryson?” Hannah’s patience was wearing thin.

Just then, the gun moved down to a more vulnerable spot, making Hannah’s knees buckle.

Bryson’s chuckle, right next to her ear, sent a shiver down her spine.

after you,” he whispered, his breath warm

“Bryson Mitchell!”

voice rose, frustration clear in her tone as she realized he was twisting

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“Let go of me!”

wrapped his arms around her,

her bare

on her neck, and the warmth from his body

her firmly between him

her clothes began

Hannah tried to pull away, but Bryson caught her chin, forcing

head spun, her thoughts blurred

his ki*s, his hands

the gun from Hannah’s waist

desperately trying to turn her

exclaimed, “Enough! Stop it,

“It’s not enough.

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