Bodyguard Beast Read online Georgia Le Carre

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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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I looked into her eyes and her pupils were so enlarged, her emerald eyes were almost black. “Now it’s my turn to be on top,” she whispered, and carefully, keeping me inside her, she sat up on me. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat. She looked like a proud goddess. She touched her breasts and played with her nipples.

We were both too spent, too raw, too connected, but I felt my cock stir inside her again.

This had never happened before either.

Chapter 30

Sienna

I knew I’d slept way past the early hours when I usually rose. The world beyond bright and alive with activity, but I didn’t want to move. I needed a bit more time to replay the fantasy that came true last night … before I opened my eyes and… it all became ashes.

I had fallen asleep curled up against Angelo, but I knew he was no longer by my side. Nothing had changed. If my sex did not feel so hot and shockingly swollen between my legs that I had to keep them apart I could even believe that it had all been a dream.

I needed to feel that way again.

Sliding my hands underneath the covers, I stroked my already slick folds. Never in my life had I ever felt them this way. They were almost foreign, twice their normal size. I remembered how he had ravished me the previous evening. Eating me out, making me come again and again, until I felt certain I was losing my mind.

I recalled the brutal thrusts, how urgent and commanding they had been, and all over again it felt like I was once again underneath him. The bliss had been so complete, so total that the whole night had the quality of a long, unbelievable dream. I clenched my eyes tightly, and transported myself back to last night.

The pad of my middle finger went to my protruding clit, and began to tease the turgid bud in gentle circles. Once in a while, I would move my fingers down my wetness and they would slide effortlessly into me, and I would recall how he had done exactly the same, but with his rough, much larger fingers.

I writhed and moaned as quietly as I could, my heart thundering in my chest, as my body began to ready itself of my impending release. My core tightened at the sweet, mounting tension and although, I already knew it would be nothing close to what he had done the previous night, I needed the reminder of what he had done to me.

My right hand stroked and dipped between my folds, while my left cupped my breasts, molding the tender mounds, and pinching my nipples, pretending to myself it was his mouth sucking hard on them.

I was panting, softly calling out his name, so close, when a heavy knock suddenly sounded on my door. My heart nearly jumped out of my throat. I immediately sat up, my hands flying away from my sex and pulling the covers up to my chin to cover my naked body.

It was only after the knock came again, when I was able to pull myself together enough to respond. “I’m coming,” I shouted, and jumped out of bed. I found my silk nightie on the floor, and my eyes darted around in an effort to find my gown. A fruitless exercise. Angelo had flung it away from me and it must have fallen behind something.

I quickly grabbed my bathrobe from behind the bathroom door, tightened it around my waist, and rushed to the door. If I delayed any longer, it would cause unnecessary alarm. No doubt it was either my mother or Gemma wondering why I was still in bed. Unless … I had been heard last night.

Fear struck me!

With a click, I pulled the door slightly open and gave a quick peek outside. Nothing however could have prepared me to see him.

“Get dressed,” Angelo said to me. “We’re going to the gym.”

The ride over to the gym was painfully silent.

Angelo didn’t say a single word to me, but after practically throwing myself at him last night, okay, not practically, but actually physically throwing myself at him last night, I felt too embarrassed to even sneak a look at him in the bright light of day.

Slowly, but surely, it began to dawn on me that he just didn’t want to speak to me. I was just a body he had fucked last night. Someone who’d forced herself upon him and provoked him so much he had unwillingly taken her.

I felt hurt.

And then I became upset.

By the time we arrived at the private gym downtown that existed solely for my father’s men, my guard against him had been rebuilt high and firm. Fuck him. I didn’t need him.

I got out of the SUV without a word, and slammed the door shut behind me then marched towards the entrance. I stopped when I got through the front door, slightly taken aback. It was filled with men, most of them bare-chested or close enough— all of them showing off glistening sweat slicked abs and thick biceps.



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