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“Yes,” I respond, my voice just above a whisper.
“Because I need to feel every inch of you,” he says, his voice filled with a raw urgency as he sets his jacket aside.The words send a shiver down my spine, amplifying the electric charge that’s been building between us.
“I want that too,” I admit.“Can I undress you, Sir?Because I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I ask, my voice tinged with an urgency that matches his.
“Yes,” he says.
My hands unbutton his shirt, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest underneath.The shirt slips from his shoulders, landing softly on the floor.The tie follows, quickly removed and tossed aside, all the while his dark eyes watching me.
He reaches behind his back, unholstering a gun he sets deliberately on the kitchen counter, the metal making a distinct clinking sound.
I step back slightly to take him in.His shirtless form, golden muscles, his eyes full of hunger and need mirror my own.He moves closer, his hands finding my waist and pulling me against him.Our lips meet in another searing kiss that only he can manage, and it pulls a strong emotion from me, knowing that this will be our last time together.He notices the shift in my eyes but doesn’t say anything.
The pain in his eyes is almost heart-wrenching, a raw vulnerability that he doesn’t often show.He leans in closer as if the proximity could somehow ease the emotional weight between us.
We both momentarily lose ourselves in the here and now with another kiss.His hands wander to the small of my back, pressing me even closer, trying to merge us into one.Then he lifts me effortlessly, placing me on the edge of the kitchen counter.Immediately, I wrap my legs around him, drawing him closer.
“Why do I feel like dying inside,” he whispers against my lips, his voice low and husky.
“You know why.”
Kingsley locks eyes with me, his mouth opening as if to speak.Whatever he’s about to say feels monumental, and for a heartbeat, the world pauses.
Just when he’s about to speak, something outside catches my eye.Before I can even process it, the sound of shattering glass echoes through the room, and a scream escapes my lips.
Almost instantly, Kingsley’s already reaching for the gun he set on the kitchen counter, his movements swift with intent.A shape launches from the garden bed, approaching the house.
In that instant, the atmosphere changes from one of desire to an immediate, piercing alarm.His hand remains steady on the gun, but the air now crackles with an urgent electricity.I snatch up my dress, scrambling to cover myself.
“Get down, Victoria!”he commands.
The moment I duck behind the kitchen cupboards, my mind races—what happened to security at the front gate?
Peeking out, I see an intruder dressed in black, a gun in his hand.“Get out of my way!”he shouts, his accent unfamiliar.A gunshot rings out, and I scream, hands clamped over my ears.
Frantic, my eyes dart to Kingsley’s location.He’s crouched behind the living room couch, just a few yards from the approaching intruder.My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might leap out of my chest.
In a fluid motion, Kingsley springs from his crouch, rolls over the couch, and tackles the intruder to the ground.
Oh God.
Kingsley wrestles for the gun, but the other man is strong.They twist and turn, knocking over a chair in the process.The gun skids across the floor, momentarily out of reach for both of them.Kingsley gains the upper hand with a quick jab to the intruder’s midsection.
Seizing the opportunity, I run out of the space and toward the gun.I’m not thinking, adrenaline is pumping.I squeeze the trigger, the shot firing in the air, and both the intruder and Kingsley freeze, the immediate threat of the weapon halting any further action.
Kingsley lands a solid punch on the man’s jaw before rising to his feet.“Hand me the gun, Victoria!”he shouts.
My hands tremble when I pass the weapon over to him, my grip surprisingly strong despite my shaking.Kingsley takes the gun, his eyes never leaving the intruder.
“Who are you?”Kingsley demands, his tone unyielding.The intruder remains silent, his eyes flicking briefly to the shattered window before locking back onto Kingsley.
Before anyone can say another word, the sound of sirens grows louder by the second.I quickly slip over my dress, hiding my nakedness.
Kingsley narrows his eyes, sensing the intruder’s hesitation.“You’re not giving me many options,” he says in a low, icy voice.In a swift, calculated move, he steps forward and strikes the intruder across the face with the butt of the gun.The man staggers, disoriented, but Kingsley keeps the gun trained on him.
“Now,” Kingsley seethes.“Who sent you?The next time I ask, you will see a bullet fly between your eyes.”
Panting, the intruder finally breaks his silence.“Agunda,” he grunts out, wincing from the pain of the blow.
