Page 3 of The Bodyguard Freed

I also must accept that no one in the world would have thought twice if they saw even a speck of discoloration on my skin. Unless, like Xavier they had labeled Kayne a Dom and were actively looking for evidence to support their claim, none visible without zooming in thoroughly on any of the images.

“I’m going to have him arrested,” Margo says on fire now.

“No. It’s fine. It’s like he says, he’s only silenced when it’s the truth and how many reads does it have right now?”

“Close to half a million, Your Highness.”

“It’s too late now. Let’s just forget about Xavier X. We have more important things to worry about it, like our country not falling apart with this labor dispute.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

My heart picks up a beat as I’m ready to leave my boudoir. Rachelle opens the door for me.

The scent of his cologne hits me first. Then the sight of him as I raise my eyes to his gorgeous face. My breath catches and a tiny gasp leaves my mouth.

He’s my husband.

But he refused to take a title. He insisted that only he would oversee my security.

The hallway is now littered with people. My retinue and Igor and his second, Kayne and me.

I wonder if any of the other staff had already read Xavier X’s piece. My blush deepens as I pass Kayne. His body heat drapes over me and I remember the things he did to me that very morning.

The reason why there’s a slight kink in my back, the sting of his bite between my thighs, the whisker burn on my breasts, my lips which are still swollen and which Rachelle thankfully ignored to ask me why. But then she knows more than anyone else.

It was our first night together since the time he had eradicated Roger from my mind and body and reclaimed both my mind and my body as his again.

We had to be separated until the wedding. I thought I would die if I didn’t touch him. I had hoped that Kayne would break the rules but my father had told me he planned to stick with it.

Kayne had tied me to the bed last night and then tortured my body first by depriving me of orgasms and then overstimulating me so badly I begged him to stop.

Only then did he untie and gather me in his arms. His beautifully thick and long shaft had slid into my wetness. He made me come again, with just his cock in my pussy, taking my last breath, draining me completely.

It had been such a grueling day, such an incredibly long day that when he gathered me in his arms, softly touching my skin, I fell asleep before I could stop myself.

Kayne nods to me. He’s all business, serious, looking for danger although I’m walking in the corridor of my own palace with a hundred guards lined up outside.

I want to touch him, but I know I am queen now and those kinds of displays in front of even a single person would be considered vulgar even though he’s my husband.

But he steps a little too close to me and brushes his knuckles over my hand and instantly my fresh clean panties dampen all over again.

But at the back of my mind, there’s a crack, it’s so microscopic it can’t be seen butI feel it.

Like an omen.

A curse.

Chapter Two

Sophia

The photo session goes well. Kayne doesn’t remove his attention from me. This means I’m constantly wet and flustered and I have to work twice as hard to maintain a cool decorum when I’m burning up on the inside.

I’m sure that is not a perk of marrying one’s over-protective bodyguard. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.

The day goes by in a blur. I don’t have a moment to breathe before I’m whipped away back to my private quarters. I’m running late with everything today and I have just enough time to change into an evening dress that Rachelle has waiting for me, for dinner with the various diplomats and prime ministers.

It’s the first official dinner that Kayne and I attend as husband and wife.

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