The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Seventeen

A condescending half smile on his full lips, he let go of me and strode toward the door.

“Hey!” I barked, sitting up. My naked ass on the cold vanity, I quickly spread my legs wide, reaching to put one foot in each of the two sinks because I couldn’t think what else to do.

I wasn’t sure what the hell just happened, but I knew he’d shut down. Or maybe he was always shut down, and I was just fooling myself at the glimpses of real I thought I’d seen in him and he was walking out that door before we’d even started this conversation.

I didn’t know which it was, but I was desperate enough to take one more shot at finding out. Except all I had was spreading my legs, because that’s all he seemed to respond to. I should’ve taken a different path, but I was so in over my head, why stop now?

Fuck it. “You forgot something.”

I watched in the mirror as he paused and looked over his wide shoulder. His gun at his back waistband, his arms pushing the limits of the short sleeves of his polo shirt, his intense green-brown eyes immediately cut to my core.

But nothing in his distant expression changed.

My confidence shot, my voice wavered. “You forgot something,” I repeated, quieter than before.

Slow, like he had all the time in the world, his gaze traveled from between my legs up my stomach, over my breasts and finally landed on my eyes .

My nipples hardened to the point of pain, and my empty pussy pulsed with need. “I can make myself come.” I reached between my legs.

His body predator still, he watched me. For one long moment, he kept his eyes on mine while I slowly ran a finger through my desire.

Then, without a word, he walked out.

“ Damn it .” I scrambled off the vanity.

My indignation stronger than my dignity, I went after him.

“What the hell is your problem?” I yelled, following him down the hall.

His stride quick and sure, and shockingly graceful, he didn’t even pause as he went to the kitchen. Grabbing a water out of the fridge, he uncapped it and chugged half.

“I asked you a question.” My hands on my hips, crowding him in, I sounded exactly as I looked. Pathetic.

Taking another gulp of his water, looking completely unperturbed, he pushed past me. “Get dressed.”

Goddamn it . “I want to have sex!”

With shocking speed and agility, he spun and got in my face. His voice threateningly low, he let his impenetrable mask slip and his nostrils flared. “I don’t have sex. I fuck. Hard and long and unforgiving. You don’t want to fuck me. You want to win.” His jaw ticked, and he leaned closer. “Newsflash, you’re not gonna.”

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. “I’m not playing a game.” Was I?

“Bullshit.” He stood to his full height and drained the last of his water. “You want to top.”

“ What? ”

He looked at me like he was superior in every way. “When’s the last time you had control over anything?”

Oh my God. “You’re the one trying to control me!”

“You said you wanted to fuck. I told you how it was gonna go down. You didn’t like it. Game over.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Was he for real? “Who’s playing a game now? ”

He laughed. Deep and rumbling, it was barely a chuckle, but it made my whole body shiver with a desire I didn’t fully understand.

The hint of a half smile still on his face, he squashed the plastic bottle in his hand like an accordion. “Put some clothes on, woman.”

“No.”

In a move that I was sure was completely out of character for him, he shrugged. Then he tossed his decimated bottle in the trash, walked to the security panel in the front hall, and messed with it. A few swipes of the finger that’d been deep inside my pussy, and he’d scrolled through real-time images of the property. When he was finished, he pulled his phone out, sent a text and slipped it back in his pocket.

Staring at him, I crossed my arms. “What are you doing?”

“My job.”

Petulant as hell, I couldn’t help it, my mouth went for a walk. “Was it your job to fuck with me?”

Ignoring me, he moved to the first slider that led out to the lanai. Checking the lock, he moved to the next.

After two more sliders and three windows, I lost patience with his silence. “Are you trying to keep someone from getting in, or are you trying to keep me locked up?”

“Whichever I have to.” He moved to the next window.

Naked, pissed off, vulnerable, I stood there watching. “Because that’s your job?” I said the last word sarcastically as hell, but as the words left my mouth, an idea formed.

He didn’t answer. He moved to the dining room and my idea grew into epic desperation. I wondered what had happened to my dignity, or if I’d ever really had any, because in the next instant, I was moving.

Aiming for the slider closest to the pool, I ran.

Literally ran.

Because I knew how quick he was.

I’d gotten the door unlocked and shoved open when I heard his curse.

It didn’t matter .

Two seconds later, I dove into the sparkling aqua water that was warmer than inside the air-conditioned house but still crisp and cool. Completely submerged, my limbs reached and flexed and pulled with memory reflex, and I swam.

Underwater, free, I swam.

Stroke after stroke, my eyes open, I swam to the opposite end of the pool, and for one blissful moment, my mind cleared.

I wasn’t an actress, or a desperate woman trying to get a man out of my league to have sex with me. I wasn’t Dreena MacKenzie, and I wasn’t a woman quitting a career people would literally kill for.

I was just swimming.

My lungs burning, I forced two more strokes and reached for the edge of the pool. My hand touched warm concrete, my eyes closed, and I broke the surface.

Air filled my lungs and my bliss collapsed.

Two large hands grabbed me under my arms and lifted.

Then I was literally tossed in the air as a tank of a man threw me up and over his shoulder. Water sluiced off my body and drenched his clothes. My hair in my face, I let out a half scream, half grunt as my stomach hit his rock of a shoulder.

His huge palm landed on my ass, and the sharp slap rang in my ears as the sting hit my backside.

“What the fuck?” I kicked out. “You asshole! You spanked me? ”

His long strides eating up the distance between the far end of the pool and the house prison, he didn’t even pause. “Scream again,” he warned. “See what happens.”

Enraged, I pounded both my fists on his back. “PUT ME DOWN.”

The slap echoed across the pool a split second before I felt it.

And I felt it.

Oh my fucking God, all the way from my scalp to my toes. Every second of his fingers inside me rushed back in a wave of heady desire so thick, I wanted to both choke on it and hurt him. “How dare you fucking spank me! ”

“Scream again,” he demanded.

“Go fucking fuck yourself, you—”

He slapped me again.

My body jerked. “You goddamn asshole .”

Striding into the house, he paused only to slam the slider shut.

“Put me down!”

Walking in to the master bedroom, he put me down all right. He threw me on the bed. I bounced once, and he was on me.

His hands around my wrists, he yanked my arms over my head as his huge, heavy body landed between my legs. “You do not walk out of this house naked.” His body pressing into me, he increased the pressure on my wrists. “You don’t go anywhere naked. You hear me?”

“Why?” I sneered. “You jealous?”

Pure alpha, ruthless intent spread across his features. “I don’t get jealous, because I don’t give a goddamn fuck what you do on your own time. But when you’re on my watch, you don’t parade your fucked-up shit naked. You don’t drag me down, making me a spectacle by proxy. I will not be on your next viral video.”

Righteous indignation mixed with suffocating humiliation. My ass stung, my pussy pulsed and tears welled. Hating him, hating everything and everyone, I bucked against his hold and lashed out. “You think you’re not fucked-up ?” I laughed a sick laugh. “Who’s holding who down? Who spanked who, asshole? Nice transference,” I said as sarcastically as possible.

His chest heaving, his nostrils flaring, he stared at me.

One heartbeat.

Two.

His voice, deep and commanding, dropped to a lethal warning. “Ask.”

Chill bumps raced across my skin. “Ask what?”

“You wanna be fucked? Ask.” His hips surged forward.

His giant cock pressed between my legs, and my pussy swelled with desire as his jeans grated against my aching clit. I couldn’t stop it. The moan was low and deep and vibrated through my chest.

Oh God.

Against every reasonable thought in my head, against every ounce of sanity I still might have had left, my legs spread, my hips thrust, and three words I never, never should have said rushed out. “Fuck me, please .”