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.

he whispered, his breath warm

“Bryson Mitchell!”

clear in her tone as she realized he was twisting her

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“Let go of me!”

wrapped his arms around

pressed against her bare shoulders made her

from Bryson’s hair fell on her neck, and the warmth from his body

her firmly between

her clothes

pull away, but Bryson caught her chin, forcing

a moment, Hannah’s head spun, her thoughts blurred by the rising

ki*s, his

from Hannah’s

to turn her

exclaimed, “Enough! Stop it,

“It’s not enough.

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