Page 59 of Her Cruel Bodyguard

“I don’t have the words to describe what you mean to me, Eva, and I doubt I will ever be able to find them,” I hit my chest, feeling my heart twist as I hold her teary gaze, the same shade of blue as the skylights and ocean. “All I can say, Eva, is that I would die for you, I would kill for you, I would live for you, and I have done all for you,” I take a step back. “I have been dead a million times over because of you. I have killed for you, and that includes my demons. I live for you,” I go down on one knee. “And if you would let me, I would swear my love to you, only you,” I open the case and the emerald ring glints.

I chose the color because I know how much she loves my eyes.

I want her to see my love in this ring the same way she saw through my bullshit.

“Marry me, baby,” I take the ring out of the case. “Let me show you how I can love you,” I lift the ring between my thumb and index finger, waiting.

Her tears sprint, and her lips part to breathe. She swallows and then shuts her eyes so more tears can escape.

I wait. I will wait forever if it means she’ll say yes. I don’t care how many years it takes for her to finally let me back in.

I will wait.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes,” she opens her eyes, and a smile lines her mouth. “Yes, Fabio, yes, I will marry you,” she says, throwing her body at me.

I haul her off the floor, and she wraps her legs around my waist, burying her face in the corner of my neck.

“Thank you,” I inhale her tender scent. “Thank you,” I say, carrying her to the end of the jetty.

“Where are we going?” She mumbles into my neck.

“To my place,” I get to my yacht and climb on it, holding onto the rail.

“You live here?” She pulls away and stares at the place like she is only seeing it for the first time.

I keep going until I get us both inside the white and blue interior of the yacht. I don’t make it to the bedroom, and I do not need to turn on the light since the soft bluish glow from the sky lamps is seeping into the glass-framed walls.

“I live here sometimes,” I tell her as I settle her on the chaise lounge. “Here,” I take her ring finger and slip the ring onto it. “You are stunning,” I stroke her cheek and bite my lower lip, taming the excitement that wants to explode in my chest at the mere thought that she is now mine.

Officially mine.

“As are you,” she blushes, drooping her eyes to my lips and back up, as though she is afraid I will catch her staring and longing for what I am burning for.

“So innocent,” I sit beside her and beckon for her to stand. “I want to defile you, Eva,” I want to paint her with my dirtiest thoughts. “I want to mark you,” I flick my fingers, and she understands my command to take off her blouse.

“What else do you want to do?” She chuckles, teasing me with how slowly she undresses.

“I want to…” The words get trapped in my throat as she takes her blouse above her head to display the fullness of her breasts. “My God, Eva.” I take my time, letting my eyes ravish every inch of her as she reaches for the band of her pants and drags it down, putting up a show for me. “You are bewitching.”

She looks like a mermaid.

The ocean behind her, the moon illuminating her curves, the blue lights peppering her smooth skin—those eyes are like the rarest jewels, only found in the deepest of blue seas.

She steps aside, leaving her clothes on the floor. Her black thong is still on, but her breasts are on full display.

“Are you wet?” I undo my belt and unzip my dress pants.

“I can double for an ocean in case you have another yacht,” she says, taking a step towards me, and every part of me goes on high alert.

My mind goes into overdrive, my nose flaring from the sharpness of the scent of her pussy, my veins stretching to surge blood to my cock.

She comes to me, and I bring out my cock, holding it in my hand to stroke and squeeze. She wets her lower lip, staring at it with malicious intent.

“Sit on it,” I reach for her thong and pull her to me until she bunches and feeds me one of her breasts. “Now,” I order with a mouthful, and she obeys.

She moans, warm breath brushing my forehead as she places both knees beside my legs and spreads until I can feel the heat from her pussy on my foreskin.

“I need this off,” I don’t wait for her to get her thong off, I don’t have the patience for that. I yank and rip it apart, giving my cock the freedom to graze the greasy opening of her pussy.

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