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Preview from chapter one
Rania's chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains painting her bedroom walls with a gentle silver wash. Her breathing is deep and even, lost in the realm of peaceful slumber. Her curly hair fans out across the pillow, and her arm is draped lazily over the side of the bed. The room is still, save for the occasional sigh of the night breeze playing with the leaves outside her window. Her bed, a sanctuary of comfort, is the epitome of tranquility.
The shadowy figure of four burglar carefully steps into the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. His gaze falls upon Rania, the 37 years-old curvy ebony woman whose slumbering form is a symphony of sensuous curves and soft, supple skin. Her full breasts rise and fall with each breath, the silken fabric of her nightgown clinging to her like a lover's embrace, hinting at the ample beauty beneath. Her waist, cinched by the fabric, emphasizes the generous flare of her hips, which are nestled between shapely thighs that taper into delicate ankles. Her legs, a testament to her strength and grace, are slightly parted, one bent at the knee, revealing a peek of her calf muscles. The nightgown, a whisper of material against her dark complexion, pools around her, leaving the swell of her stomach and the dip of her navel tantalizingly exposed. The fabric clings to the curve of her backside, outlining the firmness of her buttocks that seem to beckon for a gentle caress. Her skin, a rich tapestry of midnight and mocha, shimmers with a sheen of sweat from the warm evening air, each contour and dip casting a delicate shadow across the bed. Her features, relaxed in sleep, reveal an inner peace and beauty that seems to transcend the chaos of the outside world. Her thick, dark lashes fan out against her high cheekbones, and her plump lips part slightly, as if whispering sweet nothings to the night. The room seems to hold its breath as 4 Burglar drinks in the sight, a silent tribute to the beauty before him.
Rania's eyes flutter open, the serene calm of sleep shattered by an inexplicable sense of dread that sends a chill racing down her spine. She's met with the stark reality of four white men, their faces obscured by the shadows of the night, standing sentinel beside her bed. Her heart hammers against her ribs, each beat a thunderclap in the sudden silence. Fear coils around her like a serpent, squeezing the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping for breath. She blinks rapidly, trying to clear the fog of sleep from her vision, but the figures remain steadfast, unmoving, and eerily silent. The moonlight glints off something metallic in one of their hands, and she feels a cold jolt of terror as she realizes it's the unmistakable gleam of a knife. Her body tenses, muscles coiling like springs ready to unleash their power, but she forces herself to remain still, not wanting to provoke these intruders. "Who are you?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling. The men don't respond, their eyes glinting in the moonlight like predators assessing their prey.