SINFUL FANTASIES (SSPG)

IN BED WITH MY BODYGUARD 2

Chapter 2

Elena’s POV

The safe house was quiet, too quiet.

We had made it here a few minutes ago, but the silence was worse than the chaos we’d just escaped. It wasn’t peaceful silence. It was heavy, suffocating, like it was pressing on my skin. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, loud and uneven, and it made me restless.

Dante hadn’t sat still since we walked in. He kept pacing the room, each movement sharp and tense, like he was fighting a battle inside himself.

I sat on the edge of the couch with my knees pressed together, my hands curled tightly in my lap. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

He stopped by the window, standing there like a shadow, his arms crossed as he stared out into the darkness. His jaw was clenched tight, and every time he shifted, the muscles in his back flexed under his shirt.

My eyes stayed on him even when I tried to look away. God, he was too sexy for my sanity. It was unfair. The way his shoulders filled out that dark shirt, the way his hands looked like they could break me apart and put me back together… it made my stomach twist and heat rush between my legs.

I wondered what it would take to make him lose control, to rip away that iron grip he always had on himself. I wanted to see him break. I wanted to be the one to do it.

My tongue darted out to wet my lips, my thighs pressing tighter together. The memory of his hand gripping my waist earlier, when he yanked me behind him to shield me, kept replaying over and over in my head. The way he had taken control, the roughness in his touch. My body had betrayed me instantly, responding in a way I couldn’t fight.

I hated myself for wanting him this badly. I shouldn’t. He was here because my father hired him to protect me, not touch me. But the more I tried to fight it, the worse it got.

“You need to stay in here,” his voice cut through the thick silence. Deep, commanding.

He didn’t turn around. “Do not go near the windows. Do not open the door. And do not argue with me about it.”

The way he said it wasn’t just protective. It was possessive. My chest tightened, my pulse racing faster.

“Is that an order, Dante?” My voice came out sharper than I meant.

Slowly, he turned to face me. His dark eyes locked on mine, unreadable. “Yes.”

I stood, my legs shaky but determined. “You think you can just bark orders at me like I’m a child you’ve been assigned to babysit? I told you earlier, I won’t do whatever you like. Didn’t I?”

He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. “I think you’re reckless,” he said flatly. “And if you keep pushing boundaries, you’ll get yourself killed. So yes, I’ll keep barking orders until you start listening.”

Something inside me snapped.

My anger was real, but so was the hunger burning in me. Staring at him, my chest rising and falling too fast, I wanted to scream at him, hit him… or kiss him until I couldn’t breathe.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and before I realized what I was doing, my hand lifted and pressed against his chest. His muscles tensed beneath my palm.

“Elena,” he said roughly, my name cracking out of his mouth. There was confusion in his face, but there was also something darker, something he was trying to hold back.

I didn’t even know what I was doing. I tilted my head up, meeting his eyes, my lips parting. “I…” The words stuck in my throat.

He made a low sound, like a man in pain, and then his hand shot out, gripping my wrist hard. His hold was strong, almost bruising, but it didn’t scare me. My breath caught as my fingers spread wide against his chest.

“What are you trying to do?” His breathing was rough, his voice breaking in the middle.

“I don’t… know,” I whispered, my chest heaving, my body trembling.

For a moment, there was nothing but our ragged breathing. His eyes burned into mine, wild and unsteady. I could feel the heat of his body, the raw tension between us.

Then, like something inside him finally snapped, he yanked me against him and crushed his mouth to mine.

His kiss was rough, desperate, like he’d been holding himself back for too long and finally snapped.

I moaned into his mouth, my lips parting as his tongue plunged deeper, claiming me, consuming me. He tasted like sin and danger, and I wanted more.

My hands clawed at his shoulders, his chest, trying to get closer. His body was so hard, every inch of him built for power. When his erection pressed against my stomach, thick and unrelenting, I whimpered.

“Dante,” I gasped when he broke the kiss, both of us panting.

“f**k,” he growled, his voice rough and shaking. He shoved me back against the wall, caging me in with his body. His mouth was at my throat, sucking hard, biting, leaving bruises like he wanted to mark me.

He snarled against my skin. His breath was hot and ragged. “You don’t even know how bad I want to ruin you when I land my eyes on you.”

My entire body shivered. My thighs clenched, desperate for friction. “Then do it,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please.”

He let out a sharp, guttural sound, like my words broke something inside him. His hand slid down my side, rough and urgent, grabbing my ass and pulling me hard against his c**k.

“Feel that?” he growled in my ear. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Yes,” I moaned, rocking against him helplessly.

His other hand moved between my thighs, cupping me over my soaked panties. I gasped, my hips jerking.

“You’re already wet for me,” he rasped, his thumb rubbing over my c**t through the thin fabric. “f**k, Elena. You’re dripping.”

“Yes,” I choked out, my head falling back.

“Beg,” he demanded, his voice dark and commanding. His fingers pressed harder, rubbing circles over my c**t. “I want to hear you say it.”

My pride didn’t matter anymore. I was too far gone. “Please, Dante. I need you to touch me. I need you inside me.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, shoving his hand inside my panties. His fingers slid through my wet folds, and my knees almost gave out.

“Dante!” I screamed as he thrust two fingers inside me without warning.

His thumb stayed on my c**t, rubbing relentlessly while he pumped his fingers deep, curling them just right. His other hand gripped my throat lightly, forcing my eyes open.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and feral. “Don’t you dare close your eyes while I make you come.”

I stared at him through tear-blurred vision, my mouth falling open as pleasure ripped through me.

“That’s it,” he growled, finger-f*****g me harder. “So f*****g tight around my fingers. You want my c**k instead, don’t you?”

“Yes! Please!” I cried, my nails digging into his arms.

He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. “Suck,” he commanded.

I obeyed instantly, moaning as I tasted myself on his skin. His gaze darkened even more as he watched me, his chest heaving.

“f**k,” he muttered, pulling his hand free. In one swift motion, he tore my panties down and dropped to his knees between my legs.

“Dante—”

“Shut up,” he growled before his tongue was on me, licking me like a man starving.

“Ahh!” I screamed, grabbing his hair, holding on for dear life.

He spread me wide, his tongue thrusting deep before flicking over my c**t. He alternated between sucking and licking, relentless and filthy. His growls vibrated against my sensitive flesh, sending me spiraling.

God, yes! I sobbed, my hips jerking uncontrollably. “Don’t stop!”

He didn’t stop. If anything, he became rougher, hungrier, devouring me like he wanted to own me completely.

My orgasm built fast, blinding and unstoppable.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice muffled against my wetness. “Now.”

The command shattered me. I screamed his name as I came hard, my whole body shaking violently.

Before my pleasure even faded, he stood. My skin was flushed, my breathing erratic, and he looked at me like a man possessed.

“Now I’m going to f**k you,” he snarled, yanking his pants open, ripping his shirt off and tossing it aside.