Page 28 of The Bodyguard

Chapter Thirteen

Kayne

My blood pumps thick and heavy through my veins. My cock aches for her. My mind aches for her.

The scent from her body washes over me. I want to lick it off her skin so it can penetrate my tongue and stay in my mouth forever.

She’s pure, innocent splendor. I’m a heartless killer.

She’s a fucking princess. I’m her father’s bodyguard.

But then she says my uncle’s name and fuck I want to take the sound of it back from her mouth. I want to cleanse her of the poison that is that man. I don’t even want her knowing about him.

She doesn’t need to know that the only reason I keep him alive is because it keeps me in the haunted shadows. His presence feeds my beast.

I saved my sister from the fire only for her to die in a car accident nine years later when she had turned eighteen. Without her, my uncle had no hold over me.

I owe the man nothing. He owes me his life. He doesn’t know what I know. He doesn’t know what I know is enough for him to be executed. By my hand.

“Make me forget, Kayne. Please,” she says, her eyes shimmering with tears. “Please. I’m on the pill. I’m protected. Please just take me.”

“Fuck,” I shout and punch my fist into the wall behind her. My knuckles start to bleed as I flick her cape off her. I then cup her face and lower my mouth to hers.

I take her breath and force her to gasp, to struggle against me, to fight me for air. But she doesn’t. She melts in against me. She parts her lips for me. She gives me her breath.

God help me.

I crush my mouth to hers. I drink from her. My tongue strokes every part of her, as I suck on her. Her lips swell beneath mine. It’s not enough.

I lift her up onto the hardness of my cock then release her lips and open my mouth on her sweet nipples through the fabric of her dress. It’s not enough and I want to rip her dress off but settle instead for scooping out her breast and at the first sight of her perfect little nipple, my mouth closes in on it and I suck like I’m starving.

The sweetness of her taste destroys me. I bite into her nipple and her cry makes me harder.

I envision her tied up, chained. My cum dripping from her chin. Her pussy swollen and pulsing and open for me to gaze on. I want to mar her skin with my brand. And the fact that the marks won’t stay permanent makes me rage.

I need to send her home.

I want to keep her locked up right here for my pleasure only.

I can’t do either of those things.

She’s forcing me over the edge. I need her to tell me to stop. I need to drive her away by showing her part of my dark side. I release her and take her hand.

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Sophia

He takes my hand and drags me across the room.

He places me in the center of a diamond-shaped tile. He bends and removes my shoes and I shudder at the touch of his hands on my calves.

Without saying a word, he then raises my arms above my head and cuffs my wrists to the chains hanging from the ceilings.

The length of the chains are too taut and I’m forced to balance on the tips of my toes. Already the stretch puts me in a vulnerable position. I’m panting. Scared. But I can’t make him stop.

He looks at me. Suspended. Quivering not from having to keep my balance but from what he’s going to do to me.

He drags his hand down his mouth, then moves toward the cabinet filled with toys. The rhythm of my breathing is too erratic to maintain and I become flushed and heated.

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