Page 64 of Her Cruel Bodyguard

“I pray he is not,” Nina clips and steps ahead of us with Lev one step behind her. No matter how much she wants him to stand beside her, I have noticed he is always one step behind. But their fucking relationship dynamic is none of my fucking business.

“He is fine,” I smile at my baby. “He will be fine,” I reassure her.

“I doubt that,” Eva sighs but nods.

We leave in the opposite direction from the room Salvatore is currently being tortured in. When we get to the small gate, a guard opens the door for us, and we step out into the prison compound.

We pass a few guards prowling in uniforms and weapons. My eyes pick up every surveillance camera around me, and I start to unintentionally think of a breakout if I were ever to find myself in a situation like this.

Breaking out would be impossible.

Good.

Salvatore will rot here for the rest of his life.

We stride to our cars, the sun bitching with a burning glow, and since prisons are known for having no shade, the sun hits hotter.

“Nina,” Eva hurries to Nina as best as she can in her heels. “I am sorry.”

I keep my eyes on Eva’s toned legs and plump ass. When I lift my eyes, I find Lev staring at me. He smirks, shakes his head, and swings his eyes in a different direction.

Whatever.

Eva finishes her conversation with Nina, and they hug it out.

“Thank you, Fabio, and again, I am sorry for the past,” Nina drawls. “I look forward to a better future.” She smiles at me, and I nod. “For now, we will call it a day, but it will be challenging to take my father’s place from now on. I hope I can count on your support when the time comes.”

“You have my word today; if you need us, all you have to do is ask,” I stretch my hand out for a handshake so she knows it is more than just mere talk.” I am ending years of rivalry and offering an alliance between the Bratva and the Teso clan.

“Thank you,” Nina reciprocates the handshake, firmer than expected. “We will see you soon,” she flashes a smile at Eva and turns to leave with Lev falling a step behind her.

I walk with Eva in my arms to our car, leaving the nightmare where it should be. In the dark. Behind us. Here in this prison.

I open the door for her and then turn to lift her by the waist and settle her in the seat. I reach for her seatbelt, making sure to knead her breasts in the process, pretending to be focused on strapping the seatbelt in.

She chuckles and then sucks in a breath.

“You want to fuck?” I stroke her reddening cheek, swipe a tongue over it, and then bite gently on her cheekbone.

She nods, her eyes opening in that innocent way that makes my cock stretch to the point of tearing apart.

“Lift your dress and keep playing with your pussy while I drive,” I knead her breast again. “I want your screams filling the car,” I step back and close the door.

I adjust my erection and do a pep talk to help me with the torture I just imposed on myself. But it’s the best kind of torture. I like to teach her new ways to be bad for me. I like the feeling of knowing I am her first, and it is not up for argument that I will be her last.

I will make sure of that.

I am making sure of that.

I have got no fucking problem killing to make sure of that.

I go over to the driver’s seat, open the door and settle in. My eyes fall on Eva with her dress dragged above her waist, her pussy on display, and her fingers playing with her clit.

Fuck it.

I reach out with a groan, circle my middle finger to get some of her juice, and she arches her back, throwing her head back to breathe out a moan. I take my middle finger to my mouth and lick her off.

She tastes like the best fucking elixir in the entire fucking world.

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