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Re: Dead Trap by John944: 10:18pm On Oct 14, 2018
I'm right here! Keep exploding bro!!
Re: Dead Trap by petersononome: 7:07am On Oct 15, 2018
nice 1
Re: Dead Trap by flitomtin: 7:29am On Oct 15, 2018
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Re: Dead Trap by Perfectdanny(m): 8:30am On Oct 15, 2018
Your story is already on front page.
Re: Dead Trap by Culin(f): 10:45am On Oct 15, 2018
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Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 11:59am On Oct 15, 2018
DEAD TRAP
EPISODE 3

BRAD SWUNG HIMSELF up over the low rock wall and using table for covers, ran towards her in a crouch, he ducked under the tablecloth... She was kneeling beside man, pressing her hand tightly against his neck, her eyes wild with terrors as the man's blood pulsed thick through her fingers, even in danger she was trying to help...
She glanced up, saw Brad, and a raw kind of rage twisted through her features as she reached for a fallen carving knife....
Brad raise his finger to his lips, shook his head, but her fist curled around the knife even as she pressed her other hand to the man's neck...
Brad crawled closer... "Leave him"He whispered harshly.. "He is gone"
Her gaze fall to the fallen man's face and a shudder ran through her body...
There was another volley of shots, screams.... Someone started to pull the tables away, bodyguards returned fire....
A fresh burst of adrenaline kicked through Brad's blood, no time to waste, he quickly grabbed her arms but she lashed at him with the knife, almost slicing across his biceps...
"Persia listen.... "
Shock flashed through her through her face at the sound of the wrong pronunciation of her name.. But she lunged at him anyway, this time the blade going right for his heart
"Jesus... "Brad muttered irritated, he roll sideways twisting her arm sharply back until the knife dropped from her fist and her cheek was forced flat against the ground, he hooked his arm around her neck, squeezing tight, he held her hand in position with his other hand until he felt her go suddenly limp..
Then slowly he dragged her across the rough paving and rolled her over to the low wall, her body thudded sofly onto the grass on the other side...
As he began to scramble after her, a man in a balaclava dived at him..... Brad swung around, pulled out the small dagger like knife and slice the man clean across the throat...
Hot blood gushed out onto him as the man's body slumped forward into his arms...
Bile rose in Brad throat and for a moment he was unable to move..
A fresh volley of gunfire brought him back to reality, he quickly pulled the man off, clambered over the wall and bent to pick up Qetsiyah.... Slinging her limp body over his shoulders, he ducked into the shadows, disappearing into a night black and thick with the smell of fresh death and smoke...
As he ran, thunder rumbled.....
He can't believe he just killed a man, he killed a man, he'd broken his vow of ten years...... She'd made him do it...
The princess reminded him of a woman from his darkest past, and now she was hurtling him right back into the terrible black nightmare of it all....
Thunder growled again, then hot wind began to gust out.. He realise suddenly his GPS and sat phone were missing from his hip,..... must have lost them in the tussle....
He had no time to worry about that now, his only goal right now was to reach his cessna, get up into the air and over the border before the weather or Ghaffar hit again.....
Something deep told him he isn't going to make it...


*******************************
First there was only blackness, pain, then as consciousness filtered back, Qetsiyah realised her head was hanging down, hair swinging, blood filling her cheeks, her body rhythmically bumping against something....
She bug out her eyes as she realised she was been carried over a man's shoulder...
A twig sliced across her brow as her abductor began to descend a steep hill, stones clattering ahead of him.. She tried to pull her vision into focus.. It was night....dark.. Apart from moon and starlight.. She could see the ground below, parts of her abductor's body.. His legs, his boots.. He was wearing safari shorts, thick socks, a machete at his hip.
Panic struck like a hatchet as memory slammed into her... The attack at the lodge.. Men in hoods.. Shooting, blood, screams.. Barked commands in strange language.. The delegate lying under the table, blood spurting from a gunshot, wound in his neck, she realised with horror her fingers were sticky with the man's blood...
"Leave him, he's gone"the fierce whisper of her attacker came vividly in her head... She'd tried tl stab him with the knife and he'd grabbed her around the neck and her world had gone back... He kidnapped her....
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to gather herself.. Fight.. Flee...her head keep screaming at her.. But where to?
She opened her eyes again and tried to carefully lift her head in order to access more of her surroundings...
He felt her body.... "Don't even try it, don't move, fighting me will Make it worse"he barked at her...
His voice was rough, deep and it frightened her.... "What do you want from me? Her voice came out hoarse..
"Hold still, my cessna is just down there, on the plain.. "
Fear spurted afresh through her and she struggled wildly against his grip.... "Who are you, where are you taking me.? ,if it's ramson you want, i can.....
"Jesus woman, i don't want to hurt you.. "
She kicked at him hard, grabbing a handful of his short hair, twisting...
He bit his lips viciously, he swing her forward and toss her to the ground with a thud....
Qetsiyah grimace, pains sparkling through her rips.. "You bastard.. "She hollered..... She hissed as soon as she manage a breathe... "What do you want from me?
"My name is Oliver.... Brad Oliver, your brother sent me to get you"he bent forward, hands on knees struggling to catch his own breath...
She rolled her eyes at him, he was big, well over six feet, even in the milky starlight she could see he was fair, square jawed, broad shouldered.. Built, a rifle was strapped across his chest, his pale khaki shirt was dark with sweat, his sleeve ripped off at the shoulders,and she saw blood smeared down his arm.... Something in her stilled.... "My brother?she ask quietly
"Ayura... "
"You know Ayura?
"Yes, i owe the damn guy, C'Mon, get up, they are going to be here any second.. "
"Who?
"Amal Ghaffar, bloody one armed jackal and his wild pack of dogs"
Ice slid through her veins.. "Amal.. "Her voice came out in a whisper... "The moor's son, he's alive?
Brad threw her an odd look.... "You didint know?
Qetsiyah stare at him. "How do i know you don't work for him....?
Brad swallowed hard... "Damn it woman, i just told you your brother sent me......."he gave a snort.... "figures your brother might keep that from you, Amal Ghaffar has been hiding in Africa for the past two years, ever since your other brother Tariq shot off his arm in france and he got himself onto the world's most wanted list, Ayura has been hunting him via an underground mercenary network, but every time Ayura's men get close, Amal and his pack move first.... "He explained and held his hand to her...
Qetsiyah stare at it, anger curling into her chest... "You are saying my brothers knew all this time that Amal was out here.. Alive?
"That's exactly what am saying princess... Look we need to move, they are going to be up our asses as soon as day breaks and they will find our tracks"
Qetsiyah got awkwardly at her feet.. He caught her arm as dizziness spun her world and she stumbled.. She held in to him, steadying herself as pain sparked through her head.. She realised her gown was ripped up to her hip, her legs scraped,one of her heels has broken in half.... "Why would they keep this from me?
"Probably because they know you will act like this..... "he snapped.... He breathe out... "why don't you ask them yourself when we get out of here"..
He try to usher her forward but she yanked free....
"Those other men....
"They are all Amal's.... "He interjects.... "A band of rogue mercs who want your blood.... Ayura got wind via the underground that a bounty has been put on your head... Amal wants it, literally on a plate if he can't kill you himself"
Blood drained from her face"How.......how do i know you are telling the truth, that you are not....
"You dont... "He said brusquely.... "But make up your mind fast princess, because it's me or those men and am not waiting... "With that he spun around and started Marching down the ridge alone not even bothering to glance over his shoulder to see if she was coming...
Fear propelled her after him, her lopsided heels spiking deep into soft, drought dry sand and making her stagger..
Thunder clapped suddenly and she ducked.. Wincing as the sound reverberated right thriher bones.. Black clouds were beginningto blot out the stars, the storm was closing in...
"Wait!, She yelled,trying to run faster, floundering even more on her uneven heels, but he kept moving ahead.....
She increase her pace... Thinking deep in her head if she can trust this man... But he was right.. It was he or them.. And she know them isn't an option.. If she needs to survive she needs to be with this stranger... The dangerous stranger.


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Re: Dead Trap by Perfectdanny(m): 12:07pm On Oct 15, 2018
First to comment
Re: Dead Trap by LadyHal1(f): 1:00pm On Oct 15, 2018
wow lively and suspenseful

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Re: Dead Trap by Mrintegrity247: 1:35pm On Oct 15, 2018
Nice job man,am following
Re: Dead Trap by queenitee(f): 1:57pm On Oct 15, 2018
Nice story
Re: Dead Trap by Mavikolo2020: 4:31pm On Oct 15, 2018
Over nice dey worry this your tori
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 4:32pm On Oct 15, 2018
Mrintegrity247:
Nice job man,am following
Tnks
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 4:33pm On Oct 15, 2018
LadyHal1:
wow lively and suspenseful
Tnks
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 4:34pm On Oct 15, 2018
queenitee:
Nice story
Tnks
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 4:35pm On Oct 15, 2018
Mavikolo2020:
Over nice dey worry this your tori
One love brother.. Thank u
Re: Dead Trap by Risingstar2020(f): 4:42pm On Oct 15, 2018
You are good man. Thanks for the update
Re: Dead Trap by Evold: 8:21pm On Oct 15, 2018
Here l are.thanks for the invite
Re: Dead Trap by purity23(f): 8:40pm On Oct 15, 2018
Tnks for the update
Re: Dead Trap by Mavikolo2020: 9:56pm On Oct 15, 2018
Silver1996:

One love brother.. Thank u
Following back 2 back
Re: Dead Trap by kelvyncruz: 7:10am On Oct 16, 2018
nice 1
Re: Dead Trap by petersononome: 7:19am On Oct 16, 2018
Interesting
Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 11:31am On Oct 16, 2018
DEAD TRAP
EPISODE 4

STORM IS COMING.... "Brad called over his shoulder.... "Need to get to the cessna up and over the Tsholo river before the storm hits... "
"Where are we going...? Qetsiyah queried
"Botswana... "
"I..... "she lurched forward suddenly and slammed to the ground.. She bit her lips, eyes watering as she scrambled back to her feet and ran after him again.... "I need to go to Harare, you've to take me there... "
Brad stopped, spun around to face her....
"I have a major deal tomorrow... "She said panting.. Breathe raw in her throat.. "For clearwater, i need to.....
"You don't get it, do you princess...? He pointed up the ridge.... "At first light, if not before... Amal and his men are going to find our tracks, they're going to follow them right here, if we don't get into the air and over the border before that storm hits, or before they arrive....we're outnumbered and outgunned, and you are dead.. I'm here to see that isn't going to happen, which means the only place you're going right now is Botswana Where i can protect you until Ayura or his men come and take you off my hands..... "
"Anxiety, fear, desperation, failure..... It all swamped through Qetsiyah at once, overwhelming her.... "This deal.. "she said softly... "I've been working on it for four years now, if we don't sign tomorrow... I.... The villagers won't get water.... "Her voice cracked and tears spilled down her face.. She sunk to the ground and buried her face in her hands...
Something se to shift in him, because he crouched in front of her and touched her arms.. His palms rough against her skin......
"Persia.... "He said quietly... "Those delegates aren't signing tomorrow.. They're all dead"
She couldn't breathe, she started to shake as the reality of what happened at the lodge sunk into her head....
"They died because they were there with you... Amal and his men mean business ...come, we need to move.. Now... "
"Cleanwater.. "she whispered.... "Those people need water.. This mining rights deal was our way in to get it to them.. It was the last thing.. The last thing i could give them.. "
"Hey look at me... "He tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him.... "Get up onto those pretty long legs of yours, and you will live to fight another day.. Because there will be another day, another deal... "
She wanted to say there wouldn't.. She'd be getting married, this had been her last fight.. And she'd lost.. She lost it all... All thanks to Amal....
"My cessna is down there... See?
She look where he was pointing, over the grassland in faint moonlight, the fuselage of a small single prop plane glinted... Then a cloud pass over the moon and darkness was complete... Carefully she got to her knees and then to her feet...
"You ready? He said
She nodded
"Stay right behind me okay.... That's an order"He snapped..click on a flashlight and began to walk ..
She stumbled after him in the darkness... Her brain reeling as she try to process everything that has happened.... For two years, she'd naively believed that peace has finally come to their family... Now this...
The thought that her brothers had purposely misled her infuriated her... It had been like this all her life ...the older alpha males in her family always trying to coddle and protect het, supposedly for her own sake...now Amal was after her blood and they'd dispatched this brusque of a male to save her.....
"Hurry up"He yell over his shoulder as she begin to lag behind....
She bug her eyes and muttered a curse, slowing even further in softer hand...
Brad stopped, spun around.... "Jesus princess,do you want me to carry you or what..? Frustration cut through his voice..
Refusing to dignify him with an answer, she stopped bracing her hands on her hips....
"Okay this is it... "He reached forward to grab her arm but she jerk free of his grip. Standing her ground...
"You are a patronizing misogynist, you know that? She snapped.... "Call me princess one more time and i will take my chances with Amal and his men, screw you andy brothers"she boomed out... Then she caught what look like the glint of smile crossing his face... Her anger spiked.... "You think this is funny, they had no right to keep this from me"
"Yeah i don't think is funny, and they had no right to keep this from you but they are also paying my bills and my job is to get you home alive..princess.. "
"I swear it, if you call me princess one more time, you will be sorry.... "
He suck his teeth.. "Okay Persia....
"My name isn't persia, it's Qetsiyah.... "
"The name is hard to pronounce.... "
"It's Qetsiyah... Qet..... Yah"
Irritated.. He grab her hand... "Believe me, you will be more sorry if you stand here worrying about how i pronounce your name.. "
He began to drag her at a clip through the long grass towards his plane, but as they draw near, Brad felt a sudden prickling down the back of his neck.. He stilled, stopping her, something was off.. Then as he squinted into the darkness, the silver of moon broke momentarily through the clouds and he saw what his subconscious has already noticed.. The propeller was gone... A cold dread sank through his chest..
Thunder growled softly over the plain, and a fork of lightning stabbed with a loud crack down to the earth briefly and starkly illuminating the plane...
"Get down to the ground.. "he said quietly to Qetsiyah eyes fixed on his plane as he doused his flashlight..
"Why? She queried..
"Because you are a lightning rod right now?
Sensing the shift in him, she lour down crouching quietly to the soil in her torn gown....
Brad unhook his rifle, clicked off the safety and just watched the cessna for few minutes....
Another lightning growl down the earth, and in that moment of brightness, Brad saw the cessna's doors and tail flaps were also gone too... He watch,scanning his eyes around... He couldn't detect any movement around..
"Wait here... "he said... "Don't move"...
He climb into his craft, he use the flashlight to pan the interior, seats has been ripped out, the first aid kit gone... The instrument panel denuded... Everything was gone.. Everything has been ripped from the cessna like meat from a carcass... Now there was no form of communication, no water, no food, no first-aid,no gear for his principle.....
With a trembling hand.. He stayed on his stripped plane like that for a moment... Then he reach for his hip, took a deem swig and brought out the whiskey... He flushed it down his throat.... Then the thought of loosing Carla creep into his head.. It taunt him.... He would not let it happen again.. He cannot lose another woman in his care.. It would kill him this time...
That left him with one option.. Forge ahead and get this mission over with but it sure as hell isn't going to be a seventy two hours mission......
He sucked it up, the whiskey helping a little.. Then he jump down frol the plane...
He stare at her, they were going to take a long walk..... Just then it hit him, there was a satellite bush camp run by one of the lodges about fifteen kilometres to the north.. He knew it was still there.. He'd seen it while flying over this afternoon.... He could take suppliers frol there in the long run.. It was a risk he has to take....
"He crouched beside her... "Here is the deal Persia, my cessna has been stripped, we need to make a detour to....
"Stripped...? She interjects..
He wink at her... "Just the bones left"
"By who?
"Could be anyone.. Leave anything in the wrong place for too long and Africa's recyclers will find it and get to work...there's not one part of that plane that won't be used to make everything from shoes to furniture or toys and cooking utensils... I reckon whoever did it will be back at first light with equipment to drag off the rest.. Leaving the plane totally Unclad..
"But you do have a cell phone right?
He snorted... "Cell reception out here... You must be joking.. And who are you going to call.. Your brothers... Mercs.. Cops...
"You are telling me you left your phone on the plane.. "Anger sparked through her voice.... "Because that's damn stupid... At least we could have tried to call my brother when we got close to a cell tower or something.....
"I lost my phone and GPS in the battle to save your life...."
She went silent, her black eyes glistening in the dark....
"You coming... ?
She didn't move, he began to walk without her.. Exasperation sparkling through him...
"So what are you saying... You mean am stuck here with you.. In the middle of nowhere... "
He gave her a dashing look.. Knit his brows.... "Am afraid yes... Princess"


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Re: Dead Trap by queenitee(f): 3:13pm On Oct 16, 2018
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Re: Dead Trap by Mavikolo2020: 6:31pm On Oct 16, 2018
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Re: Dead Trap by Mavikolo2020: 6:34pm On Oct 16, 2018
Silver1996:
DEAD TRAP
EPISODE 4

STORM IS COMING.... "Brad called over his shoulder.... "Need to get to the cessna up and over the Tsholo river before the storm hits... "
"Where are we going...? Qetsiyah queried
"Botswana... "
"I..... "she lurched forward suddenly and slammed to the ground.. She bit her lips, eyes watering as she scrambled back to her feet and ran after him again.... "I need to go to Harare, you've to take me there... "
Brad stopped, spun around to face her....
"I have a major deal tomorrow... "She said panting.. Breathe raw in her throat.. "For clearwater, i need to.....
"You don't get it, do you princess...? He pointed up the ridge.... "At first light, if not before... Amal and his men are going to find our tracks, they're going to follow them right here, if we don't get into the air and over the border before that storm hits, or before they arrive....we're outnumbered and outgunned, and you are dead.. I'm here to see that isn't going to happen, which means the only place you're going right now is Botswana Where i can protect you until Ayura or his men come and take you off my hands..... "
"Anxiety, fear, desperation, failure..... It all swamped through Qetsiyah at once, overwhelming her.... "This deal.. "she said softly... "I've been working on it for four years now, if we don't sign tomorrow... I.... The villagers won't get water.... "Her voice cracked and tears spilled down her face.. She sunk to the ground and buried her face in her hands...
Something se to shift in him, because he crouched in front of her and touched her arms.. His palms rough against her skin......
"Persia.... "He said quietly... "Those delegates aren't signing tomorrow.. They're all dead"
She couldn't breathe, she started to shake as the reality of what happened at the lodge sunk into her head....
"They died because they were there with you... Amal and his men mean business ...come, we need to move.. Now... "
"Cleanwater.. "she whispered.... "Those people need water.. This mining rights deal was our way in to get it to them.. It was the last thing.. The last thing i could give them.. "
"Hey look at me... "He tilted her face up, forcing her to look at him.... "Get up onto those pretty long legs of yours, and you will live to fight another day.. Because there will be another day, another deal... "
She wanted to say there wouldn't.. She'd be getting married, this had been her last fight.. And she'd lost.. She lost it all... All thanks to Amal....
"My cessna is down there... See?
She look where he was pointing, over the grassland in faint moonlight, the fuselage of a small single prop plane glinted... Then a cloud pass over the moon and darkness was complete... Carefully she got to her knees and then to her feet...
"You ready? He said
She nodded
"Stay right behind me okay.... That's an order"He snapped..click on a flashlight and began to walk ..
She stumbled after him in the darkness... Her brain reeling as she try to process everything that has happened.... For two years, she'd naively believed that peace has finally come to their family... Now this...
The thought that her brothers had purposely misled her infuriated her... It had been like this all her life ...the older alpha males in her family always trying to coddle and protect het, supposedly for her own sake...now Amal was after her blood and they'd dispatched this brusque of a male to save her.....
"Hurry up"He yell over his shoulder as she begin to lag behind....
She bug her eyes and muttered a curse, slowing even further in softer hand...
Brad stopped, spun around.... "Jesus princess,do you want me to carry you or what..? Frustration cut through his voice..
Refusing to dignify him with an answer, she stopped bracing her hands on her hips....
"Okay this is it... "He reached forward to grab her arm but she jerk free of his grip. Standing her ground...
"You are a patronizing misogynist, you know that? She snapped.... "Call me princess one more time and i will take my chances with Amal and his men, screw you andy brothers"she boomed out... Then she caught what look like the glint of smile crossing his face... Her anger spiked.... "You think this is funny, they had no right to keep this from me"
"Yeah i don't think is funny, and they had no right to keep this from you but they are also paying my bills and my job is to get you home alive..princess.. "
"I swear it, if you call me princess one more time, you will be sorry.... "
He suck his teeth.. "Okay Persia....
"My name isn't persia, it's Qetsiyah.... "
"The name is hard to pronounce.... "
"It's Qetsiyah... Qet..... Yah"
"


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Brad is right though, the name is hard to pronounce
Re: Dead Trap by wizsolzy(m): 7:56am On Oct 17, 2018
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Re: Dead Trap by Silver1996(m): 12:43pm On Oct 17, 2018
DEAD TRAP
EPISODE 5

WITH ANGER ETCHED ON HER FACE, SHE FOLLOWED HIM....."I don't believe this"She yelled behind him..

"Welcome to Africa sweetheart... "He said over his shoulder..

"Speak for yourself... "She snapped.... "I was born on this continent... It's mine as much as it's anyone else's, i don't need your welcome, and you calk me sweetheart again, i will.....

He spun around... "You will what?

She glowered at him...

Thunder crashed again, he saw her flinch... He noticed she was scared, feisty. Though if he could keep her angry, she might remain focus.... "We have a long way to go Persia, save your breath... "

"I told you my name isn't persia,its Qetsiyah.... "She snarled.... "And what do you mean we have a long way to go, are we walking to Botswana?

"Unless you have a better idea"he replied, raising the beam of his light, watching her face.. Her flashing eyes, trying not to think how stunning it was.... "We need to cross the Tsholo into Bots before the rains flood the riverbed, if the waters come down suddenly, we could be trapped on the Zim side for a full day or two... We'll be safer in Botswana.. Even so, it'll only be a brief respite, because i don't doubt, Amal will cross and come after us there... "

"How far is the Tsholo?

"Too far in those shoes. We need to make a detour to the north first where we can liberate some supplies from a bush camp"...

She bit her lips... "You are from South Africa?

"Originally "

She shot a glance at him, then she look up the lowering black sky... "Which way is north?

He jerked his chin into the distance... "That way, the detour will cost us time but it might buy us mileage for the long walk if we can find you some boots, water, food...

"How long?

"Several days if we are lucky"

She mushed a fall of dark hair off her face"And you have no compass, no GPS, there are no stars visible"

"I have my wits sweetheart"

She muttered something in Arabic...

Brad held her hand.... "Sorry, habit"

"Yeah am sure you have a whole truckload of habits... All good ones too.. "She brushed past him and hobbled off on her lopsided heels in the direction he indicated leaving him behind this time...

"And don't yelled that am going slow... "She said over her shoulders... "You have better shoes"

Smile tempted his lips and he trotted up behind her, grasping her arm, he turned her back to face him"Thats why you are going to ride on my back"

"You are not going to carry me"

"Why not?

"You can't "

"Piggyback.. Just the detour, come, hitch up that frock and hop on up... "He held his hand out to her

She stare at his hand, then lifted her eyes... "You're some piece of work, you know that?

"That's exactly why your brother sent me"

She pulled what was left of her dress to her hips and Brad swung her around onto his back.. Her thighs were firm and smooth, her body lean yet full in the right place..

He swallowed hard as she settled against him, hooking her arm around his neck and gripping his hips between her thighs...

Her massive diamond engagement ring butted against his chin, rubbing her nonavailability right into his face...

Even as he could smell the shampoo in her hair, her expensive perfume, feel her breast pressing against his back....

As he began to jog, he forced himself not to fucus on the friction of her pelvis against his hips but all he could think about suddenly was the scraps of silky G-strings he'd seen and touched in her drawer.. He imagined what she might be wearing now.. A scrap of that same sensuous fabric was probably all that seperated him from the most intimate parts of her body...

He inhale, readjusting the rifle across his chest, his tiny flashlight panning the ground.. He figured Amal and his thugs were probably ransacking the lodge in search of her right now.... As far as he can tell, only a man had seen him trying to rescue the princess and he'd killed that man and come day break, they'd see his boot tracks.. They'd come at a clip...

He began to move at a faster trot, wanting to reach the escarpment and descend into thicker riverine foliage as soon as possible.. They will be less visible there... Some people has already spotted and strip his plane which meant that there was a chance he and Qetsiyah might be seen too..

Qetsiyah readjusted her position on his back, finding a better grip with her thighs....

Desire swelled hot and sudden in his groin as her body rub against his.. He cursed softly to himself..... Physically this woman makes his blood boil, in every way. She was his type as Carla had been and look what happened to Carla...
Then it hit him hard in the head,no matter the dangers the next hours, days or weeks....his biggest personal challenge was going to be proximity to the princess herself....
He had a feeling she was going to be a little too hot for him to handle... And he had zero intention of getting burned again....


To be continued.......

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