Chapter 3 - Bronn
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Ispend the afternoon patrolling the grounds, making sure the entrance is secure and nothing is out of place. It’s a large property set on a square of perfectly trimmed grass. Three sides are tall brick walls with the only entrance being the gate out front.
It’s a fortress, all right, and no one’s getting in here on my watch.
There are cameras positioned all around the grounds, and I return to my quarters to check the feed.
My room is a self-contained unit with a short corridor leading to the main house. I can access the interior if I need to, but I’m not part of the house.
It’s not a bad place to stay for a few weeks while I’m on the job. My room is simply furnished with a small kitchenette and a bathroom. The attached room is the control center, with a bank of screens and a computer.
After doing my rounds, I retreat here to make sure the cameras are online.
There’s movement by the pool, and I zoom in to find Adrianna floating on a giant blow-up ring in the middle of the pool. She’s wearing her oversized glasses and a bikini that shows off every curve of her body.
“Holy shit.”
I don’t know what angle this brat is working, but she certainly gave me a show earlier, bending down to show me her fine ass. She damn near brought me to my knees.
It took every ounce of my fiber not to stride over there and throw my coat around her to cover her up.
That ass is mine. She thinks she’s playing a game, but she has no idea I already own her.
She’s got to be half my age, but I don’t care. I knew as soon as she stepped out of that car that she was mine.
She just needs to be taught a few lessons before I’ll claim her.
If I wasn’t the only man on the property, I’d get her out of that pool and cover her up. But it’s just her and her mother here now.
If she wants to sun herself in the pool, I’ll let her. But I’m damn sure going to watch.
Adrianna reaches the edge of the pool and lazily stretches out a manicured foot. Her toes graze the side of the pool and she shoves off, making the inflated ring glide slowly back to the middle of the water.
She’s staring intently at a thick, over-sized book in her lap. It doesn’t look like your usual holiday novel.
I zoom the camera in on the pages. There’s a technical drawing showing a bridge structure and a diagram with complicated equations. A textbook.
“Kicked out of college? I don’t think so.”
She’s studying. My brat isn’t as empty between the ears as she’d like me to believe.
There’s something going on here. There’s a reason the brat came back. I don’t know what it is, but I intend to find out.
There’s a warm sea breeze coming off the ocean as I pass the wrought iron gates later that evening.
Breakers thrash against the beach, and the smell of salt is tangy in the air. Raising my night vision goggles, I peer out past the gates, doing a slow sweep of the area.
Across the road is a grassy verge that leads to sand dunes and the beach beyond. It’s calm here, quiet and peaceful, a contrast to the turmoil that’s going on inside my mind.
I kept my distance from Adrianna all day. I’m afraid if I go near her, I won’t be able to control myself. I’m here to protect her and her mother. I can’t get distracted.
Satisfied the entrance is secure and Adrianna is safe, I turn away from the gate. It’s almost 10 p.m., and the house is quiet as I walk the grounds.
My client should have employed more security, but he was adamant he only wanted one man on site. His wife has a nervous disposition, and he didn’t want a lot of strangers around.
I don’t mind. The Army taught me how to live on little sleep.
There’re laser wires around the perimeter, and if it’s breached, an alarm will be triggered, waking me up. But I’ll still do a patrol every two hours.
I walk slowly around the grounds, the first pass around the perimeter and then moving inwards. But it’s quiet. It should be. With the trips and cameras I’ve put in place, you’d be a fool to try to penetrate this place.
My footsteps echo on the concrete as I round the corner of the house, and Adrianna’s bedroom comes into sight. There’s a light on in her window, and the outline of her shape emerges from behind the curtains.
She’s dressed in a black satin nightie that presses against her legs, the fabric clinging to her thighs and the mound above them.
“Holy shit.”
I dart into the shadows, not sure if she’s seen me.
Adrianna pulls the curtains open wide, and now I can see all of her glorious body in the negligée. Her breasts strain the seams, not wanting to be contained, and even from this distance, I can see the points of her nipples.
She slides open the door that leads to the balcony and pads out into the night.
The sea breeze ripples her nightie, and from where I am one floor below, I get a glimpse of her pale thighs and the black crevice between them.
Blood thunders in my ears, my heartbeat races, and my cock instantly goes hard. By the way Adrianna’s eyes find mine in the dark, I’m guessing that’s exactly what she wants.
She leans on the balcony, looking down at me, her breasts barely contained in her flimsy outfit.
“Shouldn’t you be patrolling the fence?”
Her eyes blaze with mischief.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” It’s the wrong thing to say. Her smile widens, and she runs a hand slowly down her chest and over her breast. But the way she does it is exploratory, unpracticed. I get the feeling she’s not always this forward.
“I need someone to tuck me in.”
Her voice is soft and sultry and sends a shudder through my body. She’s playing with fire, making promises with her body she might not be able to keep.
Didn’t anyone ever tell this brat not to use her body this way?
“You need a good spanking,” I growl.
Her eyes dance with amusement as she moves her hand over her breasts and down her stomach, down her body until it slides over her mound. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she moans with pleasure.
The sound makes my cock strain against my pants.
When I get my hands on her, I’ll teach her a lesson she won’t forget. But right now, I’m not giving in to her games.
“Why don’t you come up here and help me with this?” She looks coy as she says it, the innocent and the temptress in one package. I’m not sure which she is.
But I do know she’s out of control. And I will be too in a minute.
With a single bound, I grab hold of the railing and pull myself up onto the balcony. Her eyes go wide, and a look of surprise crosses her face before she composes herself.
I swing my leg over the railing, and in an instant, I’m by her side. My hand goes around her throat, and I push her against the cold stone of the house.
Her eyes widen in surprise, then flash in terror, her pulse racing under my fingers. I press my body against hers, grinding my hardness against her soft stomach.
“Is this what you want, little girl?”
Her eyes are frightened and wide. The seductress from a moment ago has gone. Now she’s the innocent girl who’s tempted the big bad wolf too far.
I loosen my grip on her throat, moving my hand to her shoulder to keep her in place, leaning in so close I can smell her floral soap and salty skin.
She’s gone stiff under me, no sign of the tease from a few moments before.
Good. I want to frighten her. I want to show her that her actions have consequences.
Running my tongue up her throat to the delicate skin behind her ear, I feel her body tremble against me.
“Are you a virgin?”
She goes still, her breathing coming out in long pulls.
I pull my head back, and her eyes are dark pools, riveted on mine.
Every instinct screams at me to keep going, to rip her panties off and fuck her against the wall. To claim her as mine.
But I’ve learned discipline, and I employ every bit of it now.
“I said, are you a virgin? Have you been with a man before?”
She shakes her head ever so slightly, confirming my instinct. Relief floods me. Despite her performance, my girl is an innocent.
“Don’t play games you don’t understand,” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Or I will take that sweet cherry of yours.”
Adrianna’s breathing changes. Her skin heats. Her nipples harden against me.
I smile wickedly. She thinks she’s playing games, but I’ll make her want me. I’ll make her beg me to fuck her tight virgin cunt. But not yet.
Stepping back, I release my grip on her, trying to ignore the heaving of her chest that makes her breasts shake as she pants.
There’s a chair just inside the window, and I grab a throw blanket off it and gently wrap it around her shoulders.
“You don’t come outside dressed like that. You’ve got a beautiful body, brat. You only show it to me from now on.”
She stares at me. The frightened look has gone, but confusion, anger, and desire play out a battle inside her that’s plain to read on her face.
I swing a leg over the balcony as anger wins.
“Why would I do that?”
She’s angry at me now for ruining her game. Her eyes spark with fire, and she practically hisses at me.
“Because I’ll punish you if you don’t.”
I swing my other leg over the balcony and jump down, landing in a crouch. When I look up, she’s peering down at me, seething.
I give her a salute and carry on with my rounds.
Not a minute later, I hear the door to her room open. There’re muffled voices, and I catch the mother saying good night.
So that’s the game she’s playing, is it? She wanted me to be in the room when her mother came in. She wants to get caught with me. I’m not sure why she wants that—maybe to get me fired—but I don’t know what that would achieve.
Well, I don’t play games. It may have started off as a game, but she’s in too deep now. The only game I’m playing is for keeps.
My dick’s still as hard as rock when I slump into my chair a half hour later. I can’t get Adrianna out of my head. Her eyes in the moonlight, her breasts pushed against mine, the way her eyes widened in surprise then deepened into desire.
I make a call to Seth. We were in the special forces together, and he’s part of my security team. His specialty is intel gathering by whatever means. I don’t ask how, and he doesn’t tell.
“Get me everything you have on Adrianna Brooks.”
Seth chortles. “Found yourself a woman at last?”
“She’s a client.”
I hear him tapping keys and a low whistle. “Nice client.”
A jealous heat courses through my veins. Nobody speaks about my woman like that. My fist thumps down onto the desk. “You speak about her like that again, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Anyone else would be terrified, but Seth knows me too well. Still, he’s uncertain, placatory when he speaks.
“You got it bad, bro.”
I can almost hear him shaking his head. Just wait ‘til that fucker meets someone who gets into his soul the way Adrianna has gotten into mine.
“Just get me the intel.”
While I wait for Seth to get to work, I see what I can find online.
It doesn’t take long to find Adrianna and her family.
Her father’s company is everywhere. There’re pictures of her as a girl, with straight hair and studious glasses.
Then something happened a few years ago.
Her dresses got shorter, her lipstick darker.
She turned eighteen, and suddenly she’s a sex bomb.
Though the fact that she’s a virgin, and I don’t doubt she was telling me the truth, makes it all for show.
A few minutes later, files start arriving in the encrypted file sharer we use. Seth has done his job well.
I spend the rest of the night devouring everything I can find about Adrianna Brooks.
By the time morning comes, I know all about Adrianna and her troubled family.