Page 26 of The Bodyguard

Chapter Twelve

Sophia

Light engulfs the darkness. My eyes take a moment to adjust. The copious amounts of feelings that rip me apart all die down. I’m suddenly certain my life would be over if he’s with someone else.

I dig my fingernails into my palm. I don’t know what I’m capable of doing and the thought scares me. Who is this person I’ve become?

I stupidly search out the bed first as if that’s the only place people can have sex in.

It’s empty.

The covers are still pristine over the massive bed.

The sigh of my relief gains momentum. By the time I see him seated on a chair, his legs spread wide, a bottle of alcohol dangling from his fingers, I feel as if I’m going to collapse.

He’s alone.

I only half register Igor leaving us. I only half hear him straighten out the damage he did to the lock before the door clicks closed and I’m left alone with Kayne Langley, my father’s bodyguard. My nemesis and my… my something else.

He doesn’t move. If he’s surprised to see me, he doesn’t show a hint of it on his face.

“You will rise when you’re in my presence,” I say before I can think of anything else to say. But I know, those are the right words. I hate the inequality of the situation. I’m standing and torn. He’s seated and indifferent.

He unfurls his body one slow inch at a time until he’s standing upright. I swallow and instinctively take a step back. He smirks and possibly thinks I’m afraid of him because I’ve seen what he is capable of doing to human lives.

But he’s wrong. I take a step back to protect myself from myself. I can’t handle the myriad sensations blasting through me at the sight of him. He’s changed from the pair of black jogger track pants he had worn that morning into a pair of faded jeans and a dark gray T-shirt.

His body is extraordinary as if it were sculptured to perfect specifications. All muscle. All power. I can still see the four tight layers of brick in his abdomen when he removed his T-shirt and handed it to me to cover up, so my uncle and his men wouldn’t see me dressed so sparsely.

I remember the tingling feeling in the tips of my fingers as they touched his broad shoulders. I remember seeing the scars on his back. The one on his jaw, slightly hidden by his stubble and which I could have only seen if he were that close to me; his face over mine as he covered my body with his.

I drown in his icy blue eyes, fringed with dark thick eyelashes. I’m weakened by his mouth, the shape of his lips, his jaw.

I step back because he ignites my body. Because my pussy throbs to feel him again.

He walks toward me. I stop breathing. He’s too big. I’m too inexperienced to handle a man like him.

“You should leave,” he says, without losing momentum on his way to me. I’ve backed myself against the wall. I’m trapped now.

“No,” I say softly and it doesn’t sound like my voice.

“Then why are you here?”

Why?

Because I want him to erase everything else from my mind that happened in that cabin. I don’t want to see the blood. The betrayal which I can’t come to terms with. The hatred.

I want him to take off my clothes. Touch me. Kiss me. Part my legs and put his cock inside me. I want him to fuck me because he wants to. I want him to take my virginity because he wants to see the blood that tears through my innocence. I want him to want to do those things to me without a gun to our heads.

“Kayne,” I whisper.

“What are you doing here?” he roars as he reaches me and slams me into the wall until I can’t breathe from being pinned down by him.

“I want—” Tears roll down my face.

“I’ll hurt you,” he says, huskily.

“Not in that way—”

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