Page 3 of The Bodyguard Undone

I know he’s going to do delicious things to me first. I know I’ll be the one kneeling before him when he tells me he’s going to marry me.

He’s not going to ask. He’s going to take me because I’m his to do with whatever he wants.

My nipples ache inside my dress. My panties are embarrassingly wet already and soon he’ll know when he touches my pussy, parts my folds, and…

I hurry toward him, anxious to get to him, to start my new life, the one I’m meant to live, but the floor beneath me keeps splitting in two and flings me into the air as if I were weightless.

I start again. I dream the dream of Kayne telling me to come to him.

All splendid male and power, unbreakable, afraid of nothing.

My nipples are aching. My panties are wet. I can’t wait for him to make me his wife the only way he knows how, me on my knees, offering him my submission, my body, my heart, soul and eternity.

I shrug my coat off my shoulders. It floats to the floor behind me. Whispers softly as it pools on the marble tiles of his apartment.

I’m so close to reaching him. But then my apprehension skyrockets.

No. No. No.

The creepy silence just before it happens. The warning in Kayne’s eyes. The floor splits. Again. I’m hauled into the air, the breath punched out of me as if I’ve been hit in the stomach with a boulder.

I try again and again to get to Kayne but I never reach him.

I thrash around the bed, knowing I’m half-awake half-dreaming. But my anguish increases tenfold every time I try to go to him and fail. It’s like a bomb keeping us apart. But it’s too surreal so I must be dreaming.

I scream his name in frustration, hoping I’ll wake up completely from this exploding time loop, but no sound comes from my mouth. It’s almost as if I'm dead.

Silent tears roll down the side of my face as a ray of sunlight peers down on me. A whisper of warmth feeds my mind and my thoughts flicker awake, breaking the bounds of despair and keeping me tethered to the shadows of a dark dream.

Kayne.

I sit up frantically from a bed I’m unfamiliar with, in a room I’ve never been in before. Suddenly, innately, I know a substantial amount of time has gone by and I don’t know where I am.

“Kayne,” I shout but the sound of my voice scrapes against my arid throat diminishing its volume. “Kayne,” I try again as I swing my legs off the bed and stand. Panic swirls around me and I need to sit for a moment again.

My head feels as if it exploded and was patched together. My body feels the same way. I look down at what I’m wearing and I jump up again, this time touching the clothes that don't belong to me.

A pair of pink flannel, loose-fitting pajamas dons my body. It’s not mine.

My fingers fly to the band of metal around my neck. It’s a few millimeters thick and fits snugly around my throat. I can’t seem to find a clasp or link to remove it. But it’s the least of my problems.

Where is Kayne? The question rotates around my head but every second that goes by adds layers of doom all around me.

The movements I am making are costing me severely. My body aches, my limbs feel shattered, my head is pounding and a thunderously loud ringing sound engulfs my whole being.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my hands cover my ears and I concentrate, trying to think of the last place I was.

Kayne.

Tall, utterly sexy, deadly and powerful, Kayne, with his dark blond hair and icy blue eyes, dimmed with strong dominance as he looks at me, his property.

Fragments of being touched by him filter through my thoughts. His mouth on my lips, on my skin. His deep growl as he pulls me closer… but he doesn’t.

I’m whipped away from him when the floor in his apartment opens up and I’m flung into the air.

Oh my god.

Hyperventilating, tears streaming down my face, I remember.

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