Page 17 of The Bodyguard Undone

If I tell Roger, that he won. That Kayne lost because I chose him over Kayne, all this would end.

I dragged Kayne into this mess. He has done nothing but save me. Over and over again. From my uncle Neil. From having to marry Roger. The only way he could do that was if he killed his uncle and took back what was rightfully his. All those millions of dollars that he paid to The Duke of Burkings to end a debt that I would have had to pay back by being Roger’s wife, a silent queen.

I cringe at the thought of Roger touching me. My skin turns a deathly pale shade and I feel like dying.

Kayne. I have to accept the fact that maybe we were never meant to be. I can’t keep doing this to him. His body can’t keep taking these hits.

I have to end it. Now. I have to tell Roger I choose him. I know he is vile enough that he would keep Kayne alive if only to boast and exercise his win over him. But if I choose Roger, I’ll be taken out of this cell which means I’ll have better access to things and ways I can release Kayne from this prison.

The decision I make coats me with despair so excruciating, that my mind forces me to drift to a different place.

I didn’t have enough time with Kayne. All our moments were stolen and then finally when we could have been together it was taken from us.

I’m back in my bedroom, in the Strohamden palace. On the bed that would become my marriage bed. Kayne towers over me.

My gaze turns hazy as I look up at him. I touch his jaw, so perfectly structured, that it makes him look like a god. I close my eyes and inhale his cologne.

My senses thrive at the scent, and blossom, needing him to touch me so I can smell like him.

His lips lower onto mine. Not to kiss me, but to bite me. My pain, that delirious, mind-shattering brilliance of dark pleasure that comes with a cushion of pain belongs to him.

When he bites me when he pulls my hair as his cock grows even bigger inside my pussy, all that belongs to him. When he spanks me. Takes a crop to my ass and unearths such deviant splendor I glow, because when Kayne exerts his authority over me, I’m more empowered than ever. My submission to him is my power. All that is his. My pleasure. My pain. It’s his.

My body starts to radiate with heat, brought on by the memory of him touching me. My mind is adorned with images of him taking my virginity. So possessively, I still feel him moving inside me.

“Kayne,” I sob.

I know what I have to do. I have to save him but to save him we can’t be together.

Chapter Seven

Sophia

It doesn’t take Roger long to summon me again. A premonition tells me this might make him more volatile than if he waited a few more days.

The dress that arrives is pink again. I don’t understand his obsession with the color pink and I don’t care to dive into his psyche to find out why either unless it’s going to help us get out of here, which was wholly doubtful.

I don the ball gown. It’s heavy against my skin, and the layers of the skirt are puffy. It’s off my shoulders and I feel the biting cold air dig into me as I’m escorted out.

I’m taken to the same room I was taken to the night before.

Roger greets me with a congenial smile but there’s a crazy light behind his eyes and my skin turns even colder. His tuxedo seems a size too big, but it doesn’t bother him.

Moments after I enter, Kayne is brought in.

I’m beyond shocked at the sight of Kayne. He’s wearing a tuxedo as well. One that fits his muscular body to perfection. He is still wrapped in chains. Still has the ball gag in his mouth.

My heart flutters for him. My eyes turn sorrowful because I know what I need to do. I have to give myself to Roger to set Kayne free. It’s the only way.

The guards remove the chains around Kayne’s arms and use them to bind his wrists to the wall; his arms lifted high above his head.

“There. Now, don’t we all look nice? Nice enough for a grand dinner and of course the evening’s entertainment,” Roger says, distracted by his watch. “All right. There.” He looks at us, smiles broadly, and starts to whistle.

“I must admit the last two times have not gone my way. I’ll admit it,” he lifts his hands in surrender. “But I think I’m about to outdo myself here tonight.”

My mouth dries. I seek out Kayne but his features give away nothing.

“Now. I’m going to have them remove the chains from around your arms, Langley. But just so you know, I’ve now linked your cuffs. Yes, they are forever intertwined. Just like the lovers you are,” he laughs but there is nothing pleasant about it.

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