Page 91 of Ruthless Guardian

He parts my legs with his muscled thigh and the arm slung around my waist tightens so that I’m essentially riding his leg now. My sensitive bare skin rubs against his jeans, and the friction is almost too much. If we keep dancing like this, I’m going to have another orgasm in the middle of the dancefloor surrounded by my colleagues and professor.

I wouldn’t be surprised if that is exactly what my devious bodyguard is up to. There’s no better way to prove I belong to him. Which as caveman-like as it sounds, I can’t get enough. The rough edge that laces his tone when he rasps out the wordmineis hot enough to bring me to an immediate orgasm.

Someone bumps me from behind, and I spin my head over my shoulder to find Serena grinding up on Massimo’s assistant, Carlo. I met the guy a few times, and he seems decent enough. Hot, too, but in a bookish sort of way.

“Hey, cuz!” Serena shoots me a grin as she spins around, rubbing her ass against Carlo’s crotch. She inches closer, her nostrils flaring. “You smell like sex,” she whisper-hisses before her mischievous gaze lifts to Raf behind me.

My cheeks flame, mouth curving into a capital O. Is that even possible?

“You know I’m all for you having a good time, but just be careful in public, okay? Your father would lose his shit if he found out…”

I swallow hard, all the excitement from a second ago trickling away. My head bobs numbly as I consider her warning. She’s right. We’re being stupid and reckless. I lift to my tiptoes scanning over the mass of bodies around me and can just make out one of the guards stationed at the southwest corner. Would they tellPapàabout this completely inappropriate dancing? Even if they can’t see the dirty details through the clump of writhing bodies, the fact remains.

Whirling around to face Raf once again, I take a measured step back, putting some much-needed distance between our bodies, but his hands still linger on my hips.

He immediately stiffens, dark brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble for this…” I motion back and forth between us.

Raf hisses out a breath before finally releasing me. “This is exactly why we need to find you a new bodyguard as soon as possible.”

“Raf,” I groan. “You know howPapàis. It’ll be a months’ long process before he finds a suitable one, and he’ll force me to return to New York in the meantime. I’ll miss out on the rest of the internship.”

“I can’t protect you like this,principessa!” he hisses, lips pressed to the shell of my ear. “Don’t you see? I’m so damned consumed by you that nothing else matters. You have my heart and my balls in a chokehold. I would risk it all just to touch you, to be near you, to sink my cock into the sweetness between your thighs, and that isnotwhat you need from a bodyguard.”

I open my mouth with a brilliant rebuttal, but a piercing shot rings out, halting the words at the tip of my tongue.

“Everybody get down!” Raf’s shout is electric, slicing through the chatter and booming music. A heavy body pummels me to the ground, and all the air rushes from my lungs as I hit the terracotta tile with a smack.

Over the chaos, I can just hear Raf bellowing instructions to the other guards through the com in his ear. I didn’t even notice when he put it back in after the mind-blowing sex.

More shouts ricochet across the rooftop as the crack of bullets vibrate the cool night air. My heart kicks at my ribs as I search the mass of huddled forms for my cousin. “Serena!” I call out from beneath Raf’s muscled arm.

“Come, Isa, we have to move. Now.”

“I can’t, not without Serena.”

He mutters a curse, then his dark gaze scans the rooftop before latching onto a familiar blonde. “There!”

She’s crouched behind one of the lounge chairs which is tipped onto its side, the thick cushions providing some coverage from the barrage of bullets whizzing through the air.

Blanketing my body with his, we crawl across the tile, weaving between the legs of my fellow interns. Some are screaming, others crying, and still others frozen in fear and unmoving. Each one I pass, I nudge along toward the rooftop door. “Go! Get out of here!” I cry.

“Don’t look,” Raf hisses through clenched teeth as he steers me around a motionless form. Which of course only draws me gaze.

Shit, no! Carlo. Blood paints his cream turtleneck, his long, lanky form stretched across the tile floor. His vacant eyes stare into the heavens, and a wave of guilt crashes over me. Massimo’s assistant is dead because of me. Another life lost, for what?

More shots explode across the rooftop, these much closer, and Raf forces me to keep moving. Three other guards have appeared, stationed on each corner of theterrazoreturning fire.

We scramble toward Serena, and I lunge for her the moment I’m within arms’ length. “Are you okay?”

I throw a quick glance in Carlo’s direction as I squeeze her. It could have been her. She was with him only seconds ago.

“Yes, I’m totally fine,” she replies. “You?”

My head dips before I turn to Raf and notice a tear in his shirtsleeve then the dribble of blood running down his tattooed arm. “Raf,” I squeal. “You’re bleeding!”

His eyes dart to his arm for only an instant before returning to meet mine. “It’s nothing, just a flesh wound.”

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