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The staff didn’t live in the house since he gave them accommodation on the property, which meant at night there was no reason to lock any of the doors inside the house. I.e., his office.

After successfully retrieving one of the guns in his office, I crept down the hallway and to his bedroom. The words, it’s now or never, echoed in my head like a mantra. You got this. He’ll be asleep.

Carefully, I opened his bedroom door, being met with complete darkness. Fortunately, I knew the layout plan of this room. That’s if he hadn’t moved anything around.

Barefoot, I tiptoed inside, approaching his bed with the gun tightly clutched between both hands. I forced a steady hand as I craned my neck to see if I could tell whether or not his eyes were closed.

He lay on his back, the bedsheets resting low on his hips, his bare upper body on full display. Nervously chewing my bottom lip I rounded his bed.

My chest tightened but I held my breath, refusing to make the faintest sound.

Steadily, I leaned my knee on his mattress, squinting in the darkness. Fuck, Nirah.

In an attempt to trap him, I slowly climbed on top of him, holding the muzzle between his eyes.

Then, my body went rigid. I could feel it. The icy metal pressing into my side, making me wince. Oh fuck me.

He only released a heavy exhale as though my timing couldn’t be more of an inconvenience, and suddenly I was contemplating turning this gun on myself.

Being this close I could see his face clearly. He didn’t open his eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to regain my freedom.”

“You have all the freedom you want in this house.” He started. “And yet…” He trailed off, slimy green eyes dancing with deviance as they locked with mine. “You’re in my bedroom. On top of me.”

Muffling a groan of distaste I leaned back to get off of him but his free hand gripped my waist, stopping me.

My blood ran cold. “Fine. Well make a deal.”

“What deal?”

“You drop your weapon, I’ll drop mine.” I tried my luck but he only scoffed, so I continued. “I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head if I need to.”

“Are you trying to threaten me, or turn me on?” He pressed the muzzle harder to my skin and I winced. “Because only one of them is working.” His hips lifted underneath me and my mouth went dry.

He reached forward and gripped my wrist, applying a painful force that caused me to drop the gun in my hand to the floor.

I hissed but he flipped us over, pushing the cold muzzle of his gun to my temple. His eyes dropped to my lips. “Much better.”

“Get off me.”

He shook his head. “When you were touching me in my sleep… there didn’t seem to be a problem.”

My stomach dropped. “I didn’t touch you in your sleep—” I was cut off when he pushed his hips to mine. “Antonio, get off.” I squirmed, trying to shove him back.

His lips lowered to my ear as I wiggled beneath him. “Keep going, that feels good.”

A chill raced down my spine and every muscle in my body tensed up. Shit.

His gun disappeared from my temple and landed on the nightstand with a thud before he flicked the bedside lamp on.

Harsh green eyes stared back at me and he curled his fingers around my throat. I bunched the sheets in my hands on either side of my hips, fighting to stay calm.

Leaning forward, his lips hovered mere inches from mine so I snapped my head to the left.

Dreadfully slow, his lips brushed up the side of my throat, his teeth nipping my earlobe and my body wanted to cave in on itself. Every fibre of my being wanted to fight back but I knew moving under him would only make this situation worse.

He reached over to his nightstand, grabbed his cellphone and I watched him bring it to his ear. He spat out some Italian before ending the call and tossing the device on the bed beside us.