The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Fourteen

F uck .

Submissive little bitch.

But fuck .

I never should’ve fucking kissed her. I didn’t kiss chicks, and I sure as hell didn’t fucking kiss needy ones.

Goddamn it .

I strode into the kitchen and grabbed the rice out of the cupboard. I didn’t think she’d follow me, but the scent of her wet pussy and the sound of her light footsteps ate up my six. I filled a pot with water and threw it on the stove. Her doe-eyed, desperate gaze burned a fucking hole on my back, but I didn’t spare her a glance. My dick painfully hard, I grabbed a knife and turned on the broiler. It wasn’t until I was cutting shit up that I felt the air shift.

“Sit your ass down,” I barked, not turning around.

I didn’t have to look to know she fucking complied.

Reaching into the fridge, grabbing a bottle of some sort of premade fruit-blended drink, I held it out behind me. “Drink,” I ordered.

The weight of the plastic bottle left my hand, and I let go.

Hearing the twist of the cap as she opened it, I fought a smirk. Dominating asshole one-oh-one, reward them when they do what you say. Then I ignored her for the next twenty minutes as I made food. I didn’t look at her, I didn’t give her any tasks, I didn’t fucking speak.

I cooked. She watched. I calculated.

Fucking her would be an epic mistake. She was too goddamn vulnerable. She’d attach herself to me faster than I could give her an orgasm. I fucking knew this. But I was still thinking about a tight pussy that hadn’t been touched in four years, and that smart mouth. I wanted to fuck that mouth. I wanted to fuck the incorrigible right out of her.

Shoving down the way she’d instantly gone submissive on me, I turned the burners off on the stove and plated the rice, sautéed vegetables and tofu I’d broiled. Grabbing a couple of forks, I walked around the island and sat, putting the plates down.

Still sitting on the island, she looked over her shoulder at me.

I didn’t make eye contact. “Get over here and eat.” Fucking hungry, I took a huge bite.

She hopped down without comment and came to sit by me, but she didn’t pick her fork up. She stared at her food.

Jesus fuck, not this shit again. “Eat,” I ordered.

She turned to face me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her chest rise with a steadying inhale. “Answer a question, and I will.”

Mentally shaking my head, I took another bite. Any other woman, I would’ve told to fuck off. But other women didn’t talk to me like she talked to me. My height, my size, my scowl, they either ran the other way or did exactly what she did when I got my hands on her. They submitted.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I relented. “Ask.”

“Do you like me?”

A bite halfway to my mouth, I froze for a fraction of a second. Then I chewed slowly and kept my eyes off her, because it was all part of the game. “You don’t strike me as the insecure type.” I took another bite, not knowing if I should be fucking disappointed in her lack of confidence, or watching her for whatever game she was trying to play me with.

“This isn’t about insecurity,” she countered.

Bullshit. She was wondering why I’d said what I’d said. Horny as fuck, bored with talking, I dropped my fork and grasped her nape. Then I put my eyes on her.

She fucking drank me up like she was starving.

Deliberately, I picked her fork up, stabbed some tofu and brought it to her lips. Lowering my voice, I tested her. “Open your mouth. ”

For two heartbeats she stared at me.

Anticipation surged, wondering if she’d comply, but ultimately hoping she wouldn’t. I bent women. I made them cave to my commands, then I gave them the mind-blowing orgasms they wanted. But it was never a challenge. It hadn’t been for years. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had been a challenge.

That alone should’ve been a warning. But add in the fact that I wanted this young-as-fuck, spoiled, too thin, hot mess of a woman to be my own personal fuck toy, and I should’ve been calling Luna to tell him to pull my ass off this assignment.

The only smart move was to disengage.

But I didn’t fucking do it.

I increased the pressure on the back of her neck, I touched the food to her lips, and I actually put fucking effort into my command. Stroking her neck, taking the threat out of my tone, I dropped my disinterested expression and let her see how goddamn much I wanted her. “Eat the food, Audrina.”

“No.”

I couldn’t fucking help it, I smiled.

Deadly serious, she pushed my hand away. “Did I pass?”

“Pass what?” I dropped her fork and picked up mine, pretending I didn’t know exactly what the hell she was talking about.

“Your test.”

“Eating isn’t a test, it’s a necessity.” I briefly scanned her body. “More so in your case.”

“I fucking get it, you think I’m too skinny.” She picked up her fork and jammed it into a piece of broccoli. “But you still didn’t answer my question.”

I tipped my chin toward her plate. “Eat all of that and I will.”

She shoved the bite in. Then three more in rapid succession.

I glanced at her as her cheeks distended like a fucking squirrel’s. “Swallow. ”

She choked down the food in her mouth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

Like she wouldn’t believe. “Depends.”

She did the snort thing. “On what?” She took another bite.

“If you knew what the fuck you were doing before you swallowed.” Not that I gave a shit. I’d get off on teaching her exactly how to take my giant cock down her throat.

She choked.

I grabbed her arms, raising them over her head as I pulled her to her feet. “Easy, easy. Breathe through your nose.”

“Water,” she rasped.

I grabbed two bottles from the fridge and handed her one.

Tears in her eyes, she chugged half, then anger contorted her angel face. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”

I was a lot of things, but a bastard wasn’t one of them. Not technically. “Eat your food, don’t inhale it.” I sat back down.

She didn’t move. “Fuck you. Answer my question.”

Fighting another smile, I picked up my fork. “I’m not paid to like you.” I’d never let a woman tell me to fuck off before, let alone multiple times. No clue why I was letting it happen now.

Incredulous disbelief washed across her face. “Were you paid to kiss me?”

I almost lost the battle with another damn smile. “No.”

Her hands went to her hips. “Exactly. You wanted to kiss me.”

“Sit the fuck down and eat.” My tongue in her mouth had made me soft. I didn’t want to kiss shit. I wanted to eat. My food and her cunt.

Looking almost smug, she sat. “I’m not sitting because you told me to. I’m doing it because I’m hungry and I want to.”

Right . I didn’t say shit.

“I saw that. I saw that smirk on your face.” She took a bite.

She didn’t see shit. “You’ll see what I want you to see.”

“Oh.” She laughed through the word. “Okay, sure , Mr. I’m-A-Tank, I can control everything. Well, guess what? You can’t control me. ”

I abruptly stood and kicked the stool out behind me. Before she even had a chance to fucking blink, I’d grabbed her around the waist and lifted her skinny ass to the counter. Stepping between her legs, I took two handfuls of her thick fucking hair I couldn’t keep my hands out of and crashed my mouth over hers.

She didn’t gasp. She didn’t push me away. She didn’t even hesitate.

Her legs and arms went around me, and she asked for it. “Oh my God, more .”

I shoved my tongue into her mouth like I wanted to drive my cock into her cunt, and I fucking dominated. Every stroke, every flex of my muscles was a goddamn lesson in control. I controlled her mouth. I controlled her body, and I controlled her desire. I decided what she fucking got from me. If she wanted a piece of me, I topped. Period.

God-fucking-damn it, I topped.

Always.

Except this time I wasn’t.

A hundred-pound sass mouth with giant tits and eyes to die for had grabbed my ass, pulled me on top of her and was fucking writhing underneath me.

And I was letting her.

Grinding my hips, dry humping her jean-clad pussy, kissing her like this was more than a hard cock and a wet cunt, I play fucked like a goddamn amateur.

But I wasn’t a goddamn amateur.

Fuck.

That.

My tongue down her throat, both my hands went to the waist of her jeans, and I yanked. Hard. The material stretched over her nothing hips as I jerked the jeans and her lace underwear down and off her legs in one pull.

I ripped my mouth from hers and shoved her legs to her chest. Her ass came off the counter and the sweet smell of cunt hit me. I barely had time to appreciate the sight of her wet pussy laid out for me before I barked out the only question that mattered. “You want more?”

“Oh my God, yes. Yes .”

I shoved my face into her cunt and licked.

Goddamn .

I growled, and she moaned, loudly.

I didn’t hold back. I didn’t make her work for it. I latched on to her clit and pulled the greedy flesh between my teeth as I shoved first one, then two fingers inside her tight-as-hell pussy.

“ Ahhhh ,” she screamed.

I bit her clit, then sucked hard.

Her pussy clamped down. “Tank!”

I stroked her G-spot once, one fucking time, and she detonated like a goddamn IED. Pulsing, shaking, crying out, her hands gripped at my hair.

I thrashed my tongue against her clit one more time, then pulled both my mouth and my fingers out of her still coming pussy. Grasping her knees, I loomed over her.

Ruthless, controlled, I didn’t allow myself to register her hooded eyes, the just-fucked mess of her hair or the relentless throbbing of my dick. Wet cunt all over my mouth, I glared at her.

Then I fucking laid it out. “This?” I thrust my fingers deep into her pussy and rubbed her G-spot. “I control.”