The Bodyguard's Temptress

Chapter 14

Knox

I lie beside Natasha with the most painful hard-on I've ever had in my fucking life. 

Why the hell did I agree to this?

Just moments ago, I held her naked in my arms. At the time, I was so focused on comforting her that it never crossed my mind. But now, that's all I can think about.

Natasha whimpers, shifting to her side, her plump ass in short sleep shorts now facing me. Damn it. I should've known better than to bring those along. I shouldn't have packed nothing but sweatpants and turtlenecks—anything to keep myself from losing my goddamn control around her.

Her lips part with each breath, and all I can picture is the way they'd feel around my cock. She looked so shocked earlier when I gave her permission to call me Daddy, but I meant it. If she's ready to cross that line, I'm right there with her. Actually, it's all I fucking want now. But I won't rush her; I know she needs time. When she's ready, I'll be ready to consume her entirely. 

She'll forever belong to me then, and as her Daddy, I'll fulfill her every want and need. I'd burn the fucking world down to keep my girl safe and happy. Even if it means creating more enemies. Even if I have to sacrifice myself for her. 

Natasha stretches, throwing her leg from under the blanket, and I can't help but wish she'd straddle me like that. I'd explore every inch of her body with my fingers, before I flip her over and eat her sweet little pussy until she wakes up and comes on my face. 

Fuck. That's it. I need to get out of here. 

Instead of fixating on how deeply I could bury my tongue inside her, I should be focusing on finding the motherfuckers who dared to threaten her. 

Carefully, so as not to wake her, I slip out of the bed, silently opening the door and closing it behind me. I know she'll be disappointed when she wakes up without me, but it's for the best. 

Just until we discuss exactly what she wants. She's been through enough trauma already, and I need to know exactly what her limits are so I don't end up hurting her. I won't let my actions remind her of the men who violated her. 

I retreat to my office, finally feeling my erection go down. Taking a deep breath, I dial the number of my closest friend, seeking his help. He answers on the third ring.

 "Well, well, well. Look who's resurfaced from the shadows," his baritone voice echoes through the speaker. 

"Hey, Nick. How's it going?" I reply, stroking my chin as I pull up the surveillance feed on my computer. Natasha is still asleep, her shorts riding up her ass.

Fuck. Me.

I tear my gaze away, forcing myself to focus on this conversation rather than imagining myself ripping those shorts down and fucking her while she screams my name.

God. What is wrong with me? 

"David and I just adopted a little girl, Ellie, a few months ago. She's absolutely adorable. What about you? Last I heard, you vanished into thin air after leaving the Special Forces," Nick says, pulling me from my thoughts. 

That was five years ago. But he's still my closest friend, even if we don't speak every day. He's always been there when I need him, and vice versa. 

"Nick, I need your help. You're the only one I trust for this. I work for Andre Marino. Natasha Marino was almost grabbed tonight. I need to find out who the "Shadow man" is, he's responsible for it."

He hums thoughtfully. "Natasha Marino? Isn't she the mafia princess who was abducted by Danio Russo last year? Seriously, it almost happened again?" 

I scrub my uninjured hand over my face. The fact that even he knows shows that Andre didn't do his fucking job.