Page 30 of The Bodyguard

Chapter Fourteen

Kayne

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She’s destroyed me.

Seeing her trussed up, balancing on her pretty little toes, her nipples clamped, my whip against her ass makes me want to take her forever.

Her father gave me permission to spank her at the cabin if I needed to. This is not what he meant.

But I stop myself from undressing her although the need to feel her naked skin seems life-threatening. I know I won’t stop myself if I see her that way. Just like I know I won’t stop myself if I touch her pussy. There’s no threat to her life or her sister’s life. I don’t strip her naked for me because I can’t have her.

She can never be mine. She’s a princess of an entire country. Her duty is to her country. I can’t own her like I want to.

Then she says my name and everything backfires. Instead of being brought to reality, her plea to touch her drives me further into the planes of insanity.

“Kayne. Please. Touch me.”

Her body is throbbing against mine. From behind her, I move closer instead of further away.

“Kayne.”

“Fuck,” I mutter softly. My body knows what I’m going to do before my brain does.

Still standing behind her, I reach up and release the cuffs from her wrists. She immediately sways but I catch her in my arms.

My mouth grazes the side of her neck as I remove the clamps from her nipples. I fling them to the floor and spin her around.

I slam her back into a wall, lift her up against it and close my mouth over her nipples.

Nothing tastes sweeter. She’s clinging on to me, her fingers threads through my hair as she pushes me away and then pulls me closer.

My hand bundles up the fabric of her dress. I growl at the touch of her smooth soft skin. I feel the wetness on her thighs. She knows I do and her already flushed face turns a brighter shade of pink.

I want to kneel before her and lick up the streams of her wetness. I want to open my mouth and let her come on my tongue. I drive myself mad with images of sucking her pussy, making her mine.

But I fucking can’t.

In that moment I knew I’m not sending her back home without taking a part of her for myself. A part of her that would always belong to me.

My cock grows even harder as I spin her around against the wall. Her back is to me, her palms flat on the wall on either side of her head.

Fuck I want to taste her. But I know that would be the thing that ends us both.

I bunch up her dress again at the same time as I stretch and reach an unopened bottle of lube from a selection in a basket on a small side table. I keep the bottle between my teeth as I use my hand to unzip my jeans and take out my cock.

She’s frantic against me. Hot. Pulsing. And so deliciously wet her scent lingers in the air and if I can’t touch her pussy, I placate myself with smelling her.

My cock is so hard and heavy against my hand that for a moment I worry about hurting her.

“Please, Kayne. I need to feel you. Inside me. Please be inside.”

Her sweet words make me want to forget her role in life. I don’t. I won’t fuck up her life. But I will take a part of her. I will take something of her for myself.

I remove the bottle from my mouth and squirt half the contents onto my cock then fling the bottle aside.

I push aside her panties and touching her skin makes my cock twitch heavily again.

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