บททั้งหมดของ Twins for my Alpha Ex-bodyguard: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

NICOLEMADE THE MISTAKE OF TOUCHIN YOU.Whatever guilt that had eaten me for the past few minutes dissipated into thin air as I glanced at the man in front of me.His gaze unwavering, his dark eyes closed in on me, I felt weak and intimidated. He was mere inches from me and I could smell his aftershave as well as his scent of musk and exotic spice and sex.Oh God, he oozed pleasure, passion, lust...whatever women felt when they spasmed under a man’s touch.I hated him for killing someone for me and I hated myself for bringing a man like him into my life. He didn’t need to be caught with the likes of men like Giovanni and he didn’t need my shit into his life.I was mad that our time together was coming to an end because believe it or not staying with him and challenging him had done me some good. He listened to me when I spoke, he gave me the attention I needed and maybe just maybe, that’s why I was acting like this.He saved me and right now, right here he had declared he didn’t like a

NICOLE“TAKE A BREATH”, he instructed and I took one long inhale as the sharp pain that had appeared out of nowhere got replaced by something entirely unquenchable.Our eyes locked, he shoved deeper. His thick finger started moving inside of me and I moaned loudly like I hadn’t before.“You fucking like that?” he growled and I moved against his finger like a runner in her first fucking million-dollar marathon.My clit throbbed and Cannon was there to make sure I ripped apart in his arms till I was one hot mess. I felt myself about to erupt, I felt his finger drive me to the edge, I was about to-“Don’t”, he warned and I bit my lip in frustration knowing what he meant.“You fucking come when I tell you to come and it sure as hell isn’t now”, he growled before his lips once more left hot kisses against my neck.He bit me, he sucked my skin like it was this sweet nectar he couldn’t get enough of and every time I felt like convulsing and spasming under his touch. When his hot mouth took on

NICOLEI’M SORRY NIX.My body stilled and bitter tears fell down my cheeks in streams. I clutched Luke’s shirt tightly wailing, shrieking, letting out all the pain I felt jabbed in my heart.He was gone, just like that.I was an orphan. I was alone. Mom was gone because of me and dad? The stinging feeling inside my heart told me that I was the cause of dad’s death. He was dead. Lifeless. Soulless. And he had left me behind.“I-I want to see…him”, I struggled to say raising my eyes to the man who had once offered me comfort and love before he broke my heart into a million pieces.His eyes a perfect mix of hazel and green, his hair more lush and brown giving him a pretty boy look, he nodded as if understanding what I was going through. As if just for once he wanted to be with me and actually missed me!His hands cradled my wet cheeks and I snorted feeling a whole barrel of emotions choke my throat. I couldn’t fucking breath.His touch against my skin, we held eyes and he smiled at me so

NICOLEIT HAD ALL BEEN a blur really.Lucas Hawkins my first boyfriend in high school had promised me so much. By then I was a teenage girl obsessed with finding the right guy and going to prom and share my first kiss there. Come on every girl dreamt of that.I dreamt of that with Luke. I was ready to give up everything for him, I was ready to lose my virginity to him. Rumors spread but I didn’t fucking care about them.Luke wasn’t with me because my dad was some rich business magnate. No, Lucas loved me. He fucking loved me and that was where I was wrong.My dad being the big asshole he was back then made sure to show me that Lucas didn’t love me for me but because of my family name.Five hundred thousand dollars. That’s how much my dad offered him to leave me and move so far away that we didn’t see each other. Lucas fucking took the deal and left my eighteen year old self picking up the pieces of my broken heart.Fast forward to now, my life was one fucking irony. The same dad who d

CANNONSIX YEARS LATER“COME IN. TEN fucking four, what’s your stats?”The inobtrusive buzz sounded in the comms and I fucking went nuts.If Jason fucking Bates died in this humid and stifling country, I’d unearth him and kill him for a second time.My comm uselessly tucked in my ear, I called again for any sign of life, my rifle pointed towards the warehouse couple miles away.Shit in Mexico hit the fan, the minute I realized that my target was no more than a rogue terrorist gang taking immigrants as hostages. Whilst I couldn’t call my old boss, I had resorted to asking for help from the three most annoying fuckers I hadn’t seen in years.Jason Bates.Fucking Blaze.And stuck up in the ass, Holy.“Cannon?” Holy’s voice came with a pitch and I hissed.“Jason went in. Motherfucker hasn’t said a word since”“I know. Blaze’s comms is dead. Seems like they knew we were coming; they’ve got jammers all over the place”“Your computers able to fix that or what? I need eyes and where I am, I c