Chapter 7
Vance
Forcing her onto her back got me hard as shit. Our little game had me thinking exactly like the men she teases. I just have a lot more self-control than they do.
I pull out my phone and click on the icon for the security camera app I’ve installed. She’s lying on her side in the bed, playing on her phone.
If she knew there was a camera in her room, she’d freak out, but I told her she couldn’t play with herself, and I plan to make sure she follows my rules.
Just because Isabella isn’t allowed to touch herself doesn’t mean the same rules apply to me, though.
My eyes roll over her curves. I lower my sweatpants and let my cock spring from the fabric, aching for release. I wrap my hand around myself, rubbing in long strokes as I drop my head back and imagine our time on the couch playing out differently. That I didn’t peel myself away from her.
Yeah, I have bad thoughts sometimes, where no doesn’t quite mean no. I imagine pulling her shorts aside and taking what she’s forced to hang on to. Her virginity.
How good would she feel?
How hard would she fight me?
Of course, I would never steal her innocence. I’m contractually obligated to ensure she doesn’t lose it. And I’ve never forced any woman, because I’ve never needed to. She tempts my inner beast, but she’s a temptation I’m paid to ignore and keep anyone else from being tempted by.
It’s really fucking hard when she’s so tempting, though.
I stroke my cock to the thought of her beneath me, her mouthy words morphing into moans as I make her feel better than any leg she’s ever humped.
“Really?” says a voice that makes my cock twitch. I open my eyes and see Isabella standing in the doorway. I never heard her come in. I whip up my sweatpants and look at the now vacant bed on my phone screen.
“What the fuck?” I drop my hand over my lap.
“So you can rub one out, but I can’t?” she asks, leaning against the door frame.
“I’m not the one getting married off.” I get to my feet and walk across the big ass bedroom to meet her gaze head on.
“What were you thinking about?” she asks, crossing her arms.
You. “None of your business.”
She throws her dark hair over her shoulder. “I’m surprised your dick even works, old man.” She sure knows how to get on every damn nerve a person has.
“My dick works just fine, thank you.” I know she can see my erection just fine, because her eyes are locked on it. “The only dick you need to worry about is your shitty future husband’s.”
Her lips tighten. Did I hurt her little feelings?
“Show me,” she says, her gaze rising to mine.
“Not happening.” I step into her and force her toward the hall.
She digs her heels in. “Please?” she begs, pushing out her full lower lip.
Fuck.
I lower my sweatpants again, letting my cock fall from the fabric. Her mouth drops open.
“How many cocks have you seen in person?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my length.
“None.” She clears her throat. “Well...one now.”
“All those boys you’ve fucked around with, and you’ve never seen their cocks?”
She shakes her head. “It’s always been through clothes. Besides, I don’t think any of them had something like that.” Her dark eyes rove over my hard length, and her thighs clench together.
Fucking. Temptation.
She reeks of it.
And I can’t do my job if I keep staring it down.
“You gotta go, Isabella.” I return my cock to my sweatpants.
“But—”
“Now!”
She raises her chin at me in a show of defiance. “Yes, daddy,” she mocks, throwing me a two-finger salute before leaving me alone in the hallway with a raging fucking erection.
I go back to my bed and grab my phone. Just before I click off the screen, I see her return to her bedroom. She lies down on her bed, and her hand goes right down her pajama pants. Her unoccupied hand gropes her chest.
This girl.
With my phone still in my hand, I head toward her room. I reach her door just as her back arches. There’s no sound on my app, but based on her parted lips, she’s moaning.
She knows the rules.
I go for the doorknob, but it doesn’t twist. It’s locked. It takes a quick turn of my pocketknife to unlock the door and head inside. Instead of seeming surprised, she lets her back fall to the mattress.
“I found your camera this morning,” she says with a smirk. She lifts her phone, which has a view of my room. “And I put in one of my own.”
No wonder she knew when I tried to do the same thing.
What a psychotic thing for her to do. While I like watching, following, and intruding on people’s private spaces, it’s what I’m paid to do. It’s my job. That’s what makes me a good guard, and it’s not my fault that it gives me an excuse to be stalker-y.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snarl.
“Probably the same things that are wrong with you. I like to watch too, and I can be just as tactful as you. You aren’t God’s gift to guards.” She sits up and runs her tongue over her fingers, which drives me fucking mad. “If I can’t touch myself, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you can’t either.” A sadistic-as-fuck smile plays across her lips, and honestly, I’m kind of here for it.
“So this is the game we’re playing?” I lean against the door frame, the same way she did.
“Yup.”
“Show me,” I say, raising my eyebrow.
Her lips twist, and I wait for her to throw her lamp at my head. But on the other hand, this girl is boss-level horny. She reminds me of a dog that hasn’t been neutered, indiscriminately humping every object in the house. I get the feeling she won’t bat an eye about showing me her cunt.
“Fine.” She stands and lowers her pajama pants to her thighs. Once they hit the ground, she kicks them away. Like a sinful fucking goddess, she sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs.
I roll my shoulders, trying to get the tension out of them at the sight of her. I shouldn’t have joined her game. I can’t win. The temptation to cheat is too strong.
Against every argument from every cell in my body, I take a leery step forward. Well, every cell aside from those in my dick. That thing is screaming for me to pounce, so I’m really not listening to any part of myself. I’m just existing in this moment when the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen is spread in front of me.
“How many men have seen your cunt, Isabella?”
“None,” she whispers. She raises her chin. “Just my daddy,” she says with a bite of her lip, and I know she means me.
It’s cute when she mockingly calls me daddy and I do the same back, but she says it with a whole new tone this time, and I don’t know if I like it.
I brush back my hair, forcing myself to listen to my mind as I take a step away from her. Her father will kill me if I touch her how I want to, in the ways I’ve vowed to never do. But she stopped me before I could bust, and I’m not in the right headspace.
I want to touch her. I won’t fuck her.
I keep repeating it over and over in my mind until it sounds like a pretty good plan. I move toward her and place my body between her spread thighs. Her eyes slowly roll up to mine. I lift her chin.
“This is a bad idea, Isabella. I shouldn’t be the first one to see your spread pussy. It’s supposed to be for your husband.”
“Despite what it sounds like, there’s no rule against nudity,” she clarifies. “Just touch.” She enunciates every syllable as she stands.
She’s so fucking close to me. The temptation drips from her. I’ve never had to guard someone’s virginity before, and I gotta admit, I’m not doing a great job of it.
Virginity is bullshit, anyway, and remaining a virgin until marriage is an outdated practice reserved for the religious, not these royal fucks. They hold it up like it’s something sacred. So out of reach. Even though I don’t agree with it, here I am, salivating over the thought of taking her virginity and destroying her for her future husband.
Her hand reaches for mine and draws me toward her. I’m strong enough to stop her—physically, at least—but I don’t. I let her bring my hand to the juncture between her legs. I let the gasp leave her mouth as my bare hand touches her forbidden skin.
She grinds into my palm. Fucking A. I’m going to be fired. Killed, probably, but definitely fired.
“If I make you come, how do I know you won’t run and tell your father?” I ask, knowing I’m already in way too deep if she decides to tell her father about what’s happened so far. He’d probably cut off the hand that dared touch his daughter, then feed it back to me.
“Because I don’t want my father to take me out of the fucking will, which will happen if I tell him.”
“Coming is really worth the risk of losing your generational wealth?”
Her eyes darken. “Absolutely.”
I sit down and guide her onto my lap, pressing her ass against my pelvis. I drape my hand over her thigh and slide it toward her pussy. She drops back her head and moans, and her body tenses as I plant my hand between her legs.
I rub my fingers along her wet slit until her clit swells and spreads her lips for me. She scoops her hips, grinding against my lap as she moves against my palm.
I’m so fucking horny. She’ll make me bust in my pants at this rate, and I’m way beyond those years.
Rubbing her clit burns my fingers because I know how wrong it is. I focus on small movements, and a quick, sharp moan leaves her lips with every pass.
“Come for me, Isabella, so you can get off my lap before I do.”
She moans, throwing her body against me as her muscles tense the closer she gets. “I can’t fucking come like this,” she says with a frustrated exhale.
“What, do you need a fucking thigh to hump?” I joke.
She sinks into my lap with a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I think I do.”
I sigh. “Turn around,” I say, taking my hand from between her legs.
She faces me, straddling one of my thighs and bringing her lips toward mine. Like a string pulling us together, our lips clash.
I inhale her moans as she grinds against my leg, scooping her pelvis with every pass along the fabric. I drop my hands to her ass, using them to guide her motions. Her moans grow hoarse as they amplify and she selfishly chases her orgasm.
She tastes like a mistake, with soft undertones of permanent unemployment. But I don’t stop her from grinding her pussy against me and moaning into my mouth until she’s coming in the shrillest, most beautiful way I’ve ever heard.
I lift my hands from her ass and bring them to her face, pulling her mouth away from mine. She looks at me with a satiated expression, and my cock twitches.
“I thought you said you’d never fuck around with someone my size?” I say, a smirk tugging at my lips.
She sighs. “I wouldn’t, but I know you won’t hurt me. You’ve made it your duty to protect me.”