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Chapter 9

Alisha m****d. She ached to her soul and found it hard to breathe. Although the feeling of softness and the comfort of the warmth on her back made her stay in place enjoying the sensation.

She opened her eyes slowly letting them get used to the faint light filtering through the window announcing the dawn. She let out a sigh through her parched lips and rolled over to find herself imprisoned by a thick arm around her naked waist. Panic seized her and she turned as best she could to find the golden hair of her bodyguard spilling over her face. This close she couldn’t deny it. The man was dangerously beautiful. Thick lashes shaded his high cheekbones. Lips neither thick nor thin but appetizing to taste. Thick eyebrows were a few shades darker than his hair and hints of a 2 day beard were visible.

Alisha tried to move but he wolf pressed her tighter to his naked, hard, tanned body as his arm brushed close to her breasts. She pressed her lips together to stop the m**n that choked in her throat. The relief of the muscles behind her back made her temperature rise a few degrees and when she felt his groin close to her buttocks a flush covered her cheeks and her heart pounded a thousand.

What the hell had happened.

She barely remembered what had happened the day before after she lost consciousness. But her body, despite the pain, could not shake the feeling of freedom she had experienced. Freedom that had now been taken away from her by this man who, who knows what he had done to her.

She felt something inside her stirring and forcing her not to reject the contact. Rather, her limbs forced themselves to stay to the warm skin that enveloped her. She felt a faint scent of sandalwood that enraptured and entranced her. Her nipples grew hard and moist against her will. Her skin clamoring for his touch, even as her mind told her otherwise.

She shook her head indignantly to shake off the haze. She was sure he had done something to her, and a growl came from her throat.

Alisha froze. Had that been a growl? Either she was going crazy, or she was going mad. Gathering all her willpower and quelling the panic, uncertainty and something else she didn’t even want to mention, she took a deep breath.

She grabbed the heavy arm locked like a shackle around her waist and managed to pull it away using a strength she didn’t even know she had. She murmured her hands, doubtful, she who barely weighed 60 kilos, how could she move an arm as heavy as his without so much as a squeak. Yes, she had definitely done something to him.

Cristian rolled over on his back and she froze. Only when his breathing remained steady did she stand up and stretch.

Every muscle roared and a new wave of pain surged through her.

She cursed internally and frowned. There was so much to explain. But first she had to get out of there. Even if he was her bodyguard, waking up with a naked man and not remembering anything after being shot was not a good sign. Later he would take care of cutting off her respective parts…

She looked around the room and didn’t find any of her clothes, so she opted to put her pullover on top of one of the chairs. It came up to her mid thighs covering everything that needed to be covered, she would have to make do with that for the moment.

She walked barefoot down the hallway feeling the carpet on her feet. It was hot and the material made her sweat. She heard noises throughout the huge mansion, it was as if her senses had been heightened. The wind knocking on the windows, the rubbing of the fabric of the windows and of footsteps behind her.