Book 4: His Twisted Offer

Sydney's POV

“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.