The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 37

Watching Rade teach his self-defense class was interesting in more ways than one. He was so beautifully rugged, dressed in a black muscle shirt and shorts. A complete change from the suit he adorned earlier.

What made the class so interesting wasn't just his skill and teaching ability. It was the many women ogling him like a slab of meat. Many were there to learn. Many were also there to check him out.

I knew Rade was attractive. I'd be a fool not to notice. Jealously churned in the pit of my stomach while watching him smile and touch the women. I was tempted to snatch him away and keep him hidden forever. I didn't like seeing him smile and touch other women even if he was just doing his job.

But then he'd occasionally look my way, and every ounce of jealousy and worry would melt away.

Hands shot up when he mentioned needing a volunteer. The first time he'd needed one, he had Everly help him out. The women didn't mind then.

But then his eyes drifted to me. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. I shook my head when he motioned me over with a jerk of his head.

"She doesn't want to do it, so why don't you let me? You can do whatever you want to me," one of the women had said, looking him up and down.

The seduction and obvious suggestion of sex had the other women giggling and me rushing over to Rade.

The women frowned, clearly displeased.

I ignored them, focused on Rade as he grabbed my waist and moved me in front of him. He hadn't touched any of the women like this. Only me. I couldn't help but smile at that knowledge.

Rade locked eyes with me, his hands slowly moving away from my hips. But not before giving them a squeeze.

"Men like control," he'd told the group of women. "So for this next move, you really have to pay attention. It's life or death."

The women were tuned in, watching closely as Rade explained what he was going to be doing and what our reactions should be when in the situation.

"I'm going to put my hands on you, okay?" He waited for a sign of approval from me before placing both hands on my throat.

I shouldn't have been thinking about him choking me during sex but as soon as his hands were around my throat, I was a horny mess. I internally shooed away the dirty thoughts, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Your first instinct is going to be to try and pry their hands from your neck. Don't do that. Instead, take your hands..."

He instructed me on what I was supposed to do with my arms before demonstrating the move a few more times.

"Now, I want you to grab a partner and try it yourselves."

All of the women partnered up, forgetting all about how upset they were seeing me with their self-defense instructor.

I grinned. "I think I like seeing you teach." His brows raised as if to say, 'oh?' I reached up to touch where his hands had been a moment ago. I miss it already. "I wonder what things you could teach me," I murmured.

His eyes trailed down to my neck, watching the way my fingers lightly brushed the skin. "You have no idea the plans I have for you, ómorfi(beautiful)."

I groaned, longingly. My patience is wearing thin. Each and every day is spent wanting this man. Craving this man. I need him. Inside me. Everywhere.

I want his lips on my skin. Kissing me. Tasting me. I have become a whore for this man. Never have I ever desired a man like I do him.