The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Fifteen

O h my fucking G od .

His too-thick fingers rubbed a spot I’d only ever heard about as my pussy clenched so hard around him, I started to come again. Or I never stopped. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with my body. No one had ever touched me like he just did.

I didn’t even care that he’d said he controlled me.

I was a wanton mess under his abrasive touch. Except that wasn’t touching. He’d assaulted my body like I was the enemy and he was the conqueror.

Before I could come again, or finish coming, his thick fingers left my aching core.

Without another word, he righted his stool, sat back down, and picked up his fork. Shoveling in a bite of the tofu he’d cooked, he stared at his plate.

My bare, soaked pussy throbbed inches from his face and his food.

Oh my God.

Oh my God .

Desire leaked out of me, and I closed my eyes. Every second of his attack and what it meant and what he’d been doing—it hit me like a freight train.

I had no dignity.

Zero.

None.

And no amount of attitude would save face. Not with him. Because everything he’d just done was calculated. That wasn’t passion or even lust. He was proving a fucking point. I didn’t even know if his dick was still hard, or if I was the one who’d made it hard in the first place. Maybe I was just another warm body to his emotionless game of fuck and control. Or control and fuck. It didn’t matter what order it was, it was a game to him. That much I got.

But what I was going to do next, I didn’t know.

I figured I had two choices. Slink away and pretend it’d never happened. My pussy pulsed in protest at the thought. Or turn the tables on him… if I could.

It wasn’t even a choice.

Before I could analyze my self-destruction, I reached for the front of my top. Still lying on the granite island countertop, naked from the waist down, I unbuttoned my blouse.

I didn’t look at him, and I didn’t go for a sexy striptease. I knew it’d have zero effect. Instead, I efficiently went through the buttons, slipped my arms out then lifted my back and unhooked my bra. Pulling it off, I tossed it to the floor.

For three whole heartbeats, I lay there naked.

My pussy wet, my nipples achingly hard, my breath ragged, I reached for a character, any character, because I didn’t know who the fuck I was as I sat up.

I couldn’t even comprehend the woman who picked up her plate of tofu and stir-fried vegetables then spread her legs wide.

A stranger. That’s who I was.

Because it was a stranger with her legs wide, her breasts heavy with desire, and her pussy wet and clenching on air who did the unthinkable next.

Completely naked, she straddled the tank of man’s plate in front of her and scooched in close. The scent of her desire stronger than the smell of the food, she held her plate up under her chin.

Then she became me .

Every dirty, pathetic, consuming inch of hungry need I had, I embraced.

Ravenous, my eyes locked on a predator, I spread my legs wider.

Then I picked up a handful of food with my bare hand and shoved it into my mouth.