Page 9 of The Bodyguard Freed

I tremble for him but I also stop myself from falling to my knees in supplication for this man who holds my world in his hands.

“When it comes to your safety there are no conditions.” He curls his hand around my throat. He weakens me with one smooth action and softly delivered words. He’s like a lion I can’t fully tame but all I want to do is climb into his lair and forget the world exists around us.

“This is about Roger Thompson, isn’t it?” He doesn’t answer me immediately. A brief flash of shock and then irritation sweeps across his gaze. He doesn’t want me to say that name. He drops his hand from my throat, turns, and faces away from me.

“He’s dead.”

“Then why is he still here between us? Kayne, talk to me, please.” I close the distance between us, go around him and face him. “You’re shutting me out. Tell me what’s wrong. I can fix it. I promise you. Please just talk to me.”

“Nothing is wrong.”

I’m at the end of my patience.

“Nothing is wrong? Nothing is wrong?” I repeat the lie. I can’t believe he’s going to stand there and tell me nothing is wrong when everything is wrong.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Kayne. Ever since we came back from New York… from Roger Thompson’s grasp you’re not the same man. I know I’m right. This? How you reacted to a man who is completely harmless is not you. I feel it in the way you touch me-”

He steps up closer to me, towering over me, invading every part of me.

“Don’t,” he says, warning me.

“I feel it in the way you touch me,” I say again. “I thought I was losing my mind. Then I thought you were just tired. But now I know there’s something wrong-”

“Sophia.” He bristles.

On our wedding night, after he had made me come so many times before, he stilled inside me just before he could come himself and pulled out of me. Kissed away my questions when I asked him if something was wrong and ordered me to sleep when I tried to fall to my knees for him.

He had drained me with climaxes, exhausted me to the point where in his arms I passed out easily. But the one niggling thought festered in my head.

I kept telling myself he maybe needed more time. We went from escaping a mad man, who Kayne killed, to a coronation and a wedding all within three weeks.

It wasn’t the first time he didn’t come inside me. Or come at all. It felt wrong. It still feels wrong. I know there’s something different about him. I know it has everything to do with Roger Thompson.

But I also know he still loves me. I know he still wants me. I can feel it in the way he breaths when he penetrates me, how hard he gets with the slightest touch from me. But then he stills as if he remembers something and pulls out.

Roger doesn’t exist anymore. He can’t hurt us anymore, so I don’t know why I’m losing my husband this way when he hasn’t stopped loving me or stopped wanting me.

Part of me insists that all I need to do is give him time.

The other part of me feels as if I’m running out of time in reaching him.

But a fissure in the fabric of my happiness seems to be unraveling one more thread with every passing moment sending Kayne further and further away from me.

Chapter Five

Sophia

“You don’t come inside me, Kayne,” I speak the truth. “You feed me all these orgasms until I’m so exhausted I pass out but you don’t come inside me.

“Not since the time we came back from New York when I asked you… to reclaim the scars on my body as your own. You didn’t even come inside me on our wedding night. Why? Is it because you think I’m broken now? Tainted? Marred? Spoiled goods you can’t bring yourself to take pleasure from anymore—”

“I warned you,” he roars before he grabs me. He lifts me up and slams me against a wall. He reaches under my dress and rips my panties off me.

“Show me you’re wet, Sophia,” he says as he unbuckles his belt, and unzips his pants. His guttural command sears me. I’m lost in his oblivion. My hand slides between my thighs.

God help me I’m still wet for this man. My fingers come away glistening and I hold them up for him to see. I wail in sheer agony and bliss combined when he shoves his huge cock inside me at the same moment as he opens his mouth on my wet fingers and sucks off my juices.

He’s rough and hard. But I take him. He pounds his cock into me, repeatedly slamming me against the wall with every brutal stroke.

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