My Bodyguard's Forbidden Trespasses

CHAPTER 19

“Don't you think you are avoiding my eyes a little too much?” he lifted a brow, and a little smile danced at the corner of his lips. “I am not a plague, Amore,” he dragged out the word, Amore.

Oh, Lord, could you blow the trumpet now? Before I crashed on someone’s son's lip like a hungry lion.

“Cat cut your sharp tongue, Cherie" he asked as he dragged his cigar and blew it in the air.

Come Daisy, say something.

“I didn't know you smoked.”

He dropped his cigar on the arch plate beside him and leaned forward. “ The things you don't know about me could fill a library.”

I tried to stand up to walk away, but he caught my wrist and yanked me close. I struggled to balance myself and before I knew it I had tumbled on him.

“Opsss..”

I steady my breath when he crashes on my lips, rough, possessive, hungry. His hand slipped into his dress fingers searching my n*****s, pinching and touching them then his hand unbuckled my bra and tossed it aside.

His hand came rough on my skin and I melted into the pressure like I was born for it. I knew for a fact that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

His hand was buried in my hair, gripping just enough to get aroused without hurting me while his other hand slid the bottom of my trousers. Once he had unbuttoned the trousers, I hurriedly removed them and tossed them.

The kiss was desperate and I loved it.

I moan in his mouth.

He pulled away breathing hard. “Get in”

I didn't hesitate. I quickly stepped into the tub, the water sloshing against my skin. And his eyes never left mine, his hands immediately moved to my ass, and lifted me fully placing me across his d**k.

He was grinding against me through my wet panties like he was already inside me. One of his hands cupped the underside of my thigh, rubbing the entrance of my p***y. Our lips are still tangled.

His other palm was on my breast squeezing until I couldn't hold back the pleasure and I moaned in his mouth.

He moved to my ear and licked the outer region and in one swift motion, he tore my panties and his mouth claimed my breast with hunger. His lips are pushing and sucking my n*****s. I was squirming.

He curled his finger inside me touching different angles as I began to shake, he pulled out.

“What do you want?” he asked, leaving little kisses on my neck.

I let out a loud moan when his teeth grazed my n****e “I want you inside of me now”

His eyes were wild, chest heavy, lips swollen.

“Get on your knees and grip the bathtub hard”

I never needed to be told twice. He slammed into me, deep and rough, “Damn, Daisy,” he was hoarsely. “You are going to be the end of me “

The water bubbled around us, masking the sounds of our bodies colliding.

“Pahh! pahh! Tarr! wet body on wet body.

His grip tightened on my waist as he stamped little slaps on my ass not enough to hit me but just ok to increase my whimpering.

“F…fuck..!” I cried. “Deeper please”

His c**k was buried deep inside me and his thrusting became rougher.

“You look hot like hell when you cry in pleasure “

And without warning, his hand left my waist for my n****e. He thrusted harder. And my thighs burned from motion, but I couldn't ask him to stop.

My fingers flew to my hair back and back to the bathtub. The pleasure was getting too much and he knew it.

My moan became raw and heavier. His hand left my n****e and went down to my c**t, rubbing. The water from the bathtub was splashing on the floor as the motion became intense.

I gasped.

“ You feel that,?” he was breathing. “ Don’t hold back. Come for me, Amore”

And with that, I shattered.

My screams break against the bath, my vision blurred, my breath came in short, broken gasps.

The silence.

“Get up and step out”

And I just obeyed.

He pulled me to the shower, turned it on, and lifted me effortlessly. My eyes anchor on his waist.

He didn't put me down. He didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath.

His hair dripped water to his forehead, his eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been satisfied in the tub.

"You think I’m done with you, Amore?" he growled, his voice vibrating through the spray.

He didn't wait for an answer. He just gripped the underside of my thighs, hoisting me higher until I was perfectly aligned with him. With one brutal, possessive shove, he buried himself back inside me.

"Ughh!" I cried out, the sound lost to the roar of the shower.

It was different now. The water made everything slicker, more intense. Every thrust was a sharp, deep percussion that echoed against the tiles.

Pahh! Pahh! Tarr!

The sound of our bodies colliding was raw. Water was everywhere, in my eyes, in my mouth, slicking the skin between our chests as he ground himself against me. He was relentless, his movements fast and jagged, He angled his waist in different directions marking every inch of me.

"Look at me," he commanded, his large hand coming up to cup my jaw, forcing my head upward.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurred by the spray. He was watching me with an intensity that burned hotter than the water. He wasn't just taking me; he was devouring me.

"Tell me who ever f****d you better.," he hissed, his thumb catching my lower lip and pulling it down.

"Nobody..." I gasped, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders, my nails leaving red crescents in his skin. "Nobody has ever f****d me better."

"Damn right."

He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, more desperate. I felt my inner walls clenching around him, The pressure building was too much. too intense." The steam made the air thin, and I was drowning in the sensation of him, the heat of the deluge, and the raw power of his grip.

His other hand left my waist and slid between us, his thumb finding my c**t and rubbing with a punishing, perfect friction.

"Eyes on me, Mon cherie," he requested, his own breath coming in ragged, broken hitches. "Watch what you do to me."

I watched. I watched the way his jaw tightened, the way the veins in his neck stood out, the way he lost that cold, professional mask until there was nothing left.

The climax hit me like a physical blow. My body buckled, my head falling back as I screamed into the steam. I felt him follow me, a deep, guttural roar as he emptied himself into me, his body jerking with the force of his release.

My body was shaking from orgasm, from whatever the hell this was between us.

I couldn't speak, couldn't think and

For a long minute, the only sound was the drumming water.

He stayed inside me, his forehead pressed against mine, our chests heaving in perfect rhythm. The silence that followed was heavy, weighted with the knowledge of a forbidden line we had just crossed again.

Slowly, he let me slide down the wall until my feet hit the floor. My legs were like jelly, and I had to lean against him to stay upright. He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he reached for the soap, his hands gentle as he began to wash the sweat and the scent of our encounter from my skin.

This felt more dangerous than the s*x.

"Stay here," he whispered, his voice low. "Wash the rest off. I’ll get you a towel."

As he turned, I washed.

“Did the s*x mean anything to you,?”

He froze.