Page 78 of Vengeful Guard

“You think I don’t have guts?”

“Oh, sweetheart. You’ve got guts for days.”

“I’ve just always been so sheltered. It feels like I’m still a baby in some ways.”

“You’re not a baby. You’re a grown woman. You can make your own decisions, regardless of what Declan says.”

She nods, and I continue. “You know, he wants you to go back home. Move back into the mansion. So that he can keep you safe.”

“You keep me safe,” she whispers, and looking at her, something washes over me. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.

“Aye, as long as I’m standing; I’ll take care of you, princess.”

“Thank you,” she breathes, and she gets closer to me, moving her chair so that we’re sitting next to each other, her bare thigh against mine.

With our skin touching, my breath comes shorter, and I want to kiss her so badly I can barely stand it.

I can’t. Especially with her being pure. Untouched.

I start to deal out another hand.

Eventually, she folds and groans loudly. “Now I’m going to be naked.”

I grin. “No panties?”

“These are my panties. Boy shorts.”

“Feck, that’s sexy.” I don’t mean to say it, but it still comes out as a murmur.

She stands and starts to remove them, but then I reach out, stopping her with a hand on the dip of her waist.

“Turn around,” I order.

She takes her time turning around and pulls off the boy shorts.

I let out a low groan as the fabric stretches across her ass.

When she kicks them off, I bite my lip at how her flesh jiggles.

She turns back around, and I’m just in my boxers, so I know she can see me hard and straining against the fabric.

“Kael.” Her voice is trembling. “Do you want me?”

I don’t speak for a long moment. I can’t. I try with all my might to swallow the boulder stuck in my throat.

Finally, I just say, “Aye.”

“Then why don’t you take me?”

“Shouldn’t,” I grunt. “You’re my best friend’s sister.”

“Does he need to know? Besides, doesn’t that make it even hotter? Because I’m off limits?”

“God help me, it does.”

She walks over to me, standing right in front of me, naked as the day she was born, and my eyes are everywhere, my hands in fists, trying not to touch her.

I’m so hot I can barely stand it.

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