Page 23 of The Bodyguard

The smell of blood.

My sweet innocent little sister.

The whimpering of a young man begging for his life.

Kayne.

The touch of his hand against my center.

The dip of his finger between my folds.

The gun at my head.

The wetness that seeps from me despite my fear.

The way my body wants to keep him there. Between my legs.

I take a sip of water. It’s not enough. There isn’t enough air. I’m going to explode.

I turn my attention back to Roger. He talks to me about his horses. Akhal-Teke Horses. He’s trying. I pretend I’m interested.

Kayne’s cock at my entrance.

The way my body involuntarily flutters open for him.

Kayne touching an untouched part of me with his cock.

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