The Bodyguard's Secret
She needed to despise me even more.
“Monster… say it. Say it, my pretty little thing.”
My tongue slid past her neck down to her cleavage.
Fuck.
I couldn't resist it. The growing appetite.
“Mon… monster. You're a fucking monster!” She whimpered, tears freely flowing.
I let her go. Her palm slapped around her neck as air finally flowed through her.
“And monsters are territorial, Ava. Happy engagement,” I said, leaving her completely speechless.
Before I left, she dropped to her knees, sobbing profusely. I was sure she cursed my existence, and wished she never chose a vain bodyguard who clearly wanted every part of her. The good side and the bad side.