Page 12 of Trapped with the Brutal Bodyguard

“I don’t know. I just know he’s not happy about it.” He looks at me carefully. “Are you mad I told him?”

“No. He was going to find out eventually. Especially if—” I cut myself off, suddenly embarrassed.

Knox looks at me curiously. “Especially if what?”

“Nothing,” I say.

“Say it, Heidi.”

“Especially if we keep seeing each other.”

Knox’s eyes grow intense. “You think I’m not already serious about you?”

My heartbeat thumps rapidly. “Don’t joke about that.”

“I’m not.” He moves to cage me in against the balcony railing, his huge body eclipsing mine. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Don’t you know how badly I want you, Heidi? How badly I want to fill you with my seed and make you mine forever?”

A delightful shiver runs up my spine. I’m more turned on by his words than I probably should be. This is crazy, isn’t it?

“But we barely know each other.”

He shakes his head in disagreement. “I know how much of a fighter you are. I know what kind of life you fantasize about. I know that one of your favorite movies isCasablancaand that you check out more books from the library than you could possibly finish in three weeks.”

I blink at him. “How do you know that?”

“I was in your apartment, remember? When I ‘kidnapped’ you?”

I think of theCasablancaposter pinned up on my wall, and the overly ambitious stack of library books on my dining table. It surprises me that he noticed something like that. I’d assumed that he’d just barged in and carried me out without giving anything else a moment’s attention.

But I guess if I’ve learned anything today, it’s that life is full of surprises.

“So, what? We’re just going to get married now and live happily ever after?” I say, scoffing.

“Yes,” he says.

I gasp as he picks me up and carries me into the room. He throws me on the bed and then climbs over me, pinning my hands above my head as he drops his mouth to mine. Desire surges through me as he kisses me deeply, hungrily.

“Tell me this is what you want,” Knox growls.

I strain for another kiss, but he refuses to give one to me.

“I need to hear you say it, honey,” he says.

“I want it,” I say, the depth of my desire audible in my voice. “I want you to make me yours.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

His lips return to mine as his hands start tearing off my clothes. When he gets me undressed, he looks down at the lingerie I’ve got on and a sinful smile spreads across his gorgeous lips.

“I knew you’d look incredible in this,” he says, trailing his fingers over the sheer fabric covering my tits. His eyes slide down to the panties that barely contain my curves. He makes a guttural sound in his throat, then tugs down the satiny fabric off my hips and forcefully pushes my thighs apart. “Look at your pretty cunt. Already so wet for me.”

Knox tears off his clothes, then climbs on top of me, all muscle and broad shoulders and unapologetic strength. When he pushes his huge cock into me, I cry out, immediately feeling so full of him. And then he thrusts into me deeper and I lose my mind. His cock stretches me and stuffs me full, each powerful stroke claiming me more and more. I cling to his arms, gasping with pleasure.

“You were made for me, sweet girl,” he rasps, pumping roughly into me. “Your pussy was made for my cum. Understand?”

“Yes,” I moan.

---