Page 16 of The Bodyguard

The flash of a camera shocks her even further. I lower myself over her body. She’s so rigid, I have to physically move her thighs apart.

“Hey,” I say.

“Lia,” she whispers, her fists curl against my chest. She’s not regulating her breathing. How could she when she has a gun digging into her scalp?

“It’s okay,” I tell her.

“Take her panties off, man. You never fuck a woman before, Mr. Big Shot Bodyguard?”

The butt of a gun slams into my side. I grunt and breathe it out.

She whimpers on my behalf.

“Hurry up, man. Next time, it’s her. You got that?”

I lift away from her. The sofa is wide enough that I’m able to balance on one hand, while my other hand brushes up her thighs.

Soft skin soothes the calluses on my palms. My fingers slip into the waistband of her panties. I pull them down her thighs, then I lift them away, and remove them from her legs.

I make sure no one sees her. I cover her body with mine. Her thighs are hot around my waist.

“Kayne,” she sobs, and it fucking tears me apart.

I slip my fingers between her thighs. She’s silk and satin and softness everywhere. She gasps as I touch her. Her back arches and she’s horrified she reacts that way to me. I slip between her folds. I thumb her clit.

All I’m doing is buying time because the truth is I don’t know if I can stop this, if I can stop having to penetrate her with my cock, deep enough that she’s no longer a virgin, deep enough that her blood coats my cock, because that’s what they want to see.

And if I can’t stop it, then fuck I don’t want to hurt her. If she’s dry, I will.

“Is she wet?” a man with tattoos on his face, asks. He’s licking his lips, and I want to cut his tongue out. He’s the most dangerous one. There’s a special kind of death waiting for him.

I grind my teeth. This time the strike of the butt of the gun to my side is harder. The man issuing the blows is agitated. He wants the footage, and he wants to leave.

He’s the worst of them all. Even though he’s a professional, he’ll pull the trigger blindly. A loose cannon. And he’ll shoot the princess first.

My fingers dip deeper into her. I’m running out of time. I feel her wetness start to pool in her entrance. She’s fucking stunning, and I feel like a first-rate bastard for doing this to her.

“Hurry up,” Loose Cannon says. “Or I’m going to shoot you in the fucking leg.”

I lift away from her again, but she’s clinging to me. I slip my hand into my track pants and take out my cock.

“Princess,” I say. “Look at me.” Her eyes are closed shut. She shakes her head. “Look at me,” I command, and she opens those beautiful, brown, tear-soaked eyes for me. In spite of what's happening around me, of how my mind is focused on everything else, on each individual man threatening her life, her virginity, my body doesn’t care, and I get hard.

I place my cock at the entrance of her sweet pussy. She’s panting. Her chest heaving with every breath she takes.

“Now close your eyes,” I say. She doesn’t. I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Close your eyes, Princess.”

Her wetness coats the head of my cock.

I have everything I need now.

She closes her eyes.

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