but she lost her
nerve at the last second, jerking back out of sight. She could hear
them moving around, opening cupboards, and the fridge again. They
even turned on the faucet in the sink once. While she heard the
water running, Angel decided it was time to make her move. She took
a breath and scooted as fast as she could past the doorway. Once
she reached the other side she stopped to exhale, not surprised to
find her heart beating rapidly.
A couple seconds later she reached her
pursue. She quickly dug around blindly inside, finding her cell at
the bottom. Thank God it lit up when she dialed. Another moment
later the 911 operator answered the phone.
“My name is Angel Smyth. Please send
someone,” Angel said in a rushed tone. “Someone has broken into the
house, and I’m all alone.” She was trying to listen to both the
operator and what was going on in the kitchen at the same time.
“You’re calling from 1299 Briar Patch
Way?”
“Yes!”
“Where are you in the house, ma’am?” Her
tone was calm and almost robotic.
“I’m downstairs in the living room.” Angel
was growing impatient with the dispatcher’s lack of urgency. “Are
you sending someone?”
“The police are on the way, ma’am. Where is
the intruder now?” the operator asked.
Angel listened for a moment. “He’s still in
the kitchen.”
“Is the intruder male?”
“No, no!” Angel said, and then quickly
lowered her voice when she realized she’d spoken too loud. “I don’t
know if it’s a woman or a man.” She’d been too afraid to look when
she had the chance. Movement coming from the kitchen told her the
intruder was still there, but for how long? She was crouched at the
end of the couch, too afraid to turn around, frightened that at any
moment she would be discovered. “Please hurry!”
“They’re on their way. Stay calm and—”
“I think he’s in the room with me!” Angel’s
eyes rounded with fear when she sensed someone moving up behind
her.
“Ma’am stay on—”
Angel knew the intruder was behind her now.
She stood up, whipped around and slammed her phone into the side of
his head with a piercing scream. All she could make out was a tall,
dark outline.
“What the fuck—” a male voice boomed.
Angel let out another scream and slammed her
hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as
she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the
safety of her room until the police arrived, but the second her
palms landed on the man’s rock-hard chest she knew she was in
trouble. He stumbled back but she had a feeling it was due more to
her catching him by surprise than the force of her push.
She scooted around him but suddenly his
hands were on her, and for a moment they struggled against each
other. Angel was hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of
survival, and she used her nails and teeth on the naked arms and
powerful hands trying to subdue her. It gained her enough freedom
to make it to the stairs but halfway up she found her ankle being
grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a heavy
weight.
“No!” she cried out, struggling wildly
against him. But she was no match for his superior strength and the
honed muscles she felt beneath her hands. In no time his hands had
wrapped around her wrists, and she was pinned against the
stairs.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his
face too close to hers.
“Who the hell are you ?” Angel
demanded right back, twisting beneath him. It was then she felt
cool air in places that she shouldn’t, reminding her that all she
had on was a thin night-shirt and a pair of bikini panties. Judging
by the super hard pecks she felt pressed against her breasts, her
shirt had come undone, too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? She wiggled wildly,
unintentionally scraping her nipples across his flesh.
“Stop before you get hurt!” he warned. In an
effort to subdue her he pressed his body
nerve at the last second, jerking back out of sight. She could hear
them moving around, opening cupboards, and the fridge again. They
even turned on the faucet in the sink once. While she heard the
water running, Angel decided it was time to make her move. She took
a breath and scooted as fast as she could past the doorway. Once
she reached the other side she stopped to exhale, not surprised to
find her heart beating rapidly.
A couple seconds later she reached her
pursue. She quickly dug around blindly inside, finding her cell at
the bottom. Thank God it lit up when she dialed. Another moment
later the 911 operator answered the phone.
“My name is Angel Smyth. Please send
someone,” Angel said in a rushed tone. “Someone has broken into the
house, and I’m all alone.” She was trying to listen to both the
operator and what was going on in the kitchen at the same time.
“You’re calling from 1299 Briar Patch
Way?”
“Yes!”
“Where are you in the house, ma’am?” Her
tone was calm and almost robotic.
“I’m downstairs in the living room.” Angel
was growing impatient with the dispatcher’s lack of urgency. “Are
you sending someone?”
“The police are on the way, ma’am. Where is
the intruder now?” the operator asked.
Angel listened for a moment. “He’s still in
the kitchen.”
“Is the intruder male?”
“No, no!” Angel said, and then quickly
lowered her voice when she realized she’d spoken too loud. “I don’t
know if it’s a woman or a man.” She’d been too afraid to look when
she had the chance. Movement coming from the kitchen told her the
intruder was still there, but for how long? She was crouched at the
end of the couch, too afraid to turn around, frightened that at any
moment she would be discovered. “Please hurry!”
“They’re on their way. Stay calm and—”
“I think he’s in the room with me!” Angel’s
eyes rounded with fear when she sensed someone moving up behind
her.
“Ma’am stay on—”
Angel knew the intruder was behind her now.
She stood up, whipped around and slammed her phone into the side of
his head with a piercing scream. All she could make out was a tall,
dark outline.
“What the fuck—” a male voice boomed.
Angel let out another scream and slammed her
hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as
she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the
safety of her room until the police arrived, but the second her
palms landed on the man’s rock-hard chest she knew she was in
trouble. He stumbled back but she had a feeling it was due more to
her catching him by surprise than the force of her push.
She scooted around him but suddenly his
hands were on her, and for a moment they struggled against each
other. Angel was hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of
survival, and she used her nails and teeth on the naked arms and
powerful hands trying to subdue her. It gained her enough freedom
to make it to the stairs but halfway up she found her ankle being
grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a heavy
weight.
“No!” she cried out, struggling wildly
against him. But she was no match for his superior strength and the
honed muscles she felt beneath her hands. In no time his hands had
wrapped around her wrists, and she was pinned against the
stairs.
“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his
face too close to hers.
“Who the hell are you ?” Angel
demanded right back, twisting beneath him. It was then she felt
cool air in places that she shouldn’t, reminding her that all she
had on was a thin night-shirt and a pair of bikini panties. Judging
by the super hard pecks she felt pressed against her breasts, her
shirt had come undone, too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why wasn’t he wearing a shirt? She wiggled wildly,
unintentionally scraping her nipples across his flesh.
“Stop before you get hurt!” he warned. In an
effort to subdue her he pressed his body
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