Page 43 of The Bodyguard

Chapter Eighteen

Sophia

I’m yet again undoubtedly mad at Kayne Langley. And I had to travel halfway across the world to let him know.

When Igor saw me coming with determination in my eyes, he knew what to do. He doesn’t even have to ask.

We’ve just landed and he now drives me to the high-rise building in the city of New York, then escorts me to a penthouse apartment.

He presses into the intercom and speaks.

“Man, you better open the door because she’ll just ask me to break it down and unlike the club, I don’t fancy dislocating my shoulder.”

I give Igor an imperial stare. He shrugs.

The door unlocks and Igor opens it for me then closes it once I’m inside.

I’m so mad at him I want to scream.

My father told me that Kayne had paid off the debt to the Duke. The marriage to his son was off. My father signed in an addendum to the clause that will now make me queen.

And then he had left.

“Your Highness.”

“Langley,” I say with a haughtiness I’m genuinely feeling.

I barely stop my voice from quivering. I should thank him. For saving Strohamden. For saving me. But all I can think is that he left me.

“You said I belonged to you. You said every part of me belongs to you and now… and now…” It doesn’t take long for me to fall apart no matter how regal I want to be.

“You do belong to me. I own you. And I would kill any man who touches you.” He looks me straight in the eye, his hands in his jeans pocket.

“I see. Well, good luck with that. I don’t know how you’re going to kill any man who touches me if you’re here in New York and I’m in Strohamden. So I guess that means what you don’t know won’t hurt you right?”

He says nothing. His jaw ripples.

“Good. By the time I get back to Strohamden, it will have been too long since I got laid so I’ll be taking the first man I see.”

I turn around to leave. Tears cloud my eyesight.

I don’t get very far. I feel the grip in my hair as he pulls me back and shoves me into the wall.

My panties become instantly soaked. His cock, hard already digs into me. He’s inhaling my scent and my skin burns.

“Did you forget what I’m capable of, Sophia?”

“No,” I say. “I remember. I remember you taking my virginity in my bedroom in the palace because you wanted me to remember what it felt like if I even thought of another man and knowing that no one in this world can make me feel that way.”

He spins me around, but still keeps me pressed against the wall with his cock.

“You love me. You’ll kill for me. You’ll do anything for me. I know because I feel the same way about you.”

“You’re not the same. You’re sweet and clean and pure. I’m the son of the American Mafia. I’m bad, dangerous. Poisonous.”

“I don’t care about that. I don’t care where you came from. But I won’t stand for a case of if you can’t have me, then no other man can have me.”

“No other fucking man will touch you,” he roars. “I will raze the world for you, Sophia.”

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