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ENZO
I don’t want to leave Evangeline, but when Ben’s fucking voice shouts my name through the floorboards, I have to.
Reluctantly, I pull away from my girl, making sure she knows I’d much rather continue what we just started. I adjust myself in my trousers, my cock so hard it aches for her, and unlock the door to go and find my colleague.
Ben’s downstairs, arms crossed over his chest and a sour expression on his face. He looks up as I jog down the stairs towards him.
“Perimeter checked and secured, no sign of anyone else here but us,” he says and I nod.
“Good. Cameras and sensors online and functioning?” I ask, though it takes all my fucking effort to actually listen to his answer.
Evangeline consumes my thoughts. The perfect softness of her body beneath mine. The way she writhed and arched, pressing against the toy while I held it against her body, the way she screamed my name when she came.
It was hard enough before now to pretend I wasn’t fucking obsessed with her, but after today, it’s going to be impossible. I don’t even want to try. Evangeline is mine, in every way possible, and I don’t give a fuck who’s mad about it. Her dad and my boss will probably try to fight me on this, try to at the very least fire me and hire someone in my place, but I refuse to let anyone else guard her.
Nobody else can protect what’s mine better than I can. That’s a damn fact.
I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from snapping at Ben to shut the fuck up already so I can go back up to her room.
“...all as it should be,” Ben is saying when I tune back in. A sly grin replaces the sour twist of his mouth, and he jerks his chin in the direction of the stairs, raising one brow. “How’s the girl, anyway? Crying and whimpering for someone to protect her yet? Maybe I should go up there and offer her some comfort.” He licks his lips when he emphasizes the last word. “Besides, if we’re stuck out here too long, she’ll need to show her gratitude by taking care of my needs the way I’m helping to take care of her.”
I see red. There’s no fucking way Evangeline will be anywhere near Ben’s needs. This fucker has just threatened her safety, and he looks damn proud of it, too.
I stalk towards him, taking satisfaction in the way he pales slightly as I advance. “Watch your fucking tongue or I’ll cut it out,” I tell him with a growl, meaning every word.
Ben swallows thickly, then tries to hide his spike of fear with a sneer, his lip curling up. “Get a fucking grip and stop being an asshole,” he snaps, shaking his head as though he has a fucking leg to stand on here. Without waiting for a response, he shoves past me and slinks off, muttering something about needing to reply to Ian and Grant.
God, I want to murder that man. The only thing stopping me is the fact that he is the only other person here to protect Evangeline. I’m the better of us by far, but I’m also not stupid enough to think that having two people protecting her isn’t better than having only one.
So instead of going after Ben to draw blood, I sigh heavily and head to the kitchen. It’s getting late, and Evangeline must be hungry. I yank open the kitchen cupboards, finding them fully stocked. My cooking skills are limited to cereal and sandwiches, and I grimace as I take in the many, many options in front of me.
Footsteps behind me break my staring contest with the cupboards. I turn to find Evangeline bouncing down the stairs, wearing a pajama set of silky shorts and a button-up top. My mouth waters.
She grins at me, pushing me out the way with a nudge of her hips, and starts grabbing ingredients from the cupboards with confidence. She instructs me to grab the things from higher up—a packet of pasta and a tin of tomatoes—and I raise a brow but do as she says.
I watch her, unable to tear my eyes away from her even if I wanted to, while she whips up a pasta dish that makes the air smell fucking delicious. I’m as impressed as I am confused. I’ve never seen her cook before, but she moves with confidence and a smile on her face that shows how much she enjoys this.
When she slides a bowl of pasta across the counter to me, I ask her just that.
Evangeline blushes slightly, chewing her first bite before she answers. “Dad employs a full staff to do everything for us,” she says with a shrug. “We have private chefs who make all our meals for us. I just never get many opportunities to cook, even though I really enjoy it.” She pauses, looking up from her pasta to smile at me. “As bad as the threats are, maybe some good might come out of this after all.”
I shove pasta into my mouth to prevent myself from dragging her across the counter and eating her instead. She needs to eat, and I need to look after her in every way possible. This possessive, protective instinct is deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before. The meal is damn good, and she blushes when I tell her so.
“I’m hungry for more than just pasta,” I say in a low voice as we finish our meal, taking a sip of water and watching her over the rim of the glass.
She shivers, licking her lips and taking a step towards me. “I, uh, I should shower,” she stutters, glancing between the stairs and me with a hooded gaze.
I raise a brow, letting my gaze rake over her body. Now that I’ve seen the perfection that lies beneath her clothes, I can’t help but undress her with my eyes. “I’ll guard you while you do.”
Evangeline nods, and when she heads up the stairs, I follow her closely. Knowing Ben is under the same roof as us, I lock her bedroom door behind us, the click echoing off the walls.
“Maybe…just to make sure I’m safe…you should come in, too?” Evangeline asks, her voice taking on a raspy edge that goes straight to my dick. Fuck, everything about her is so fucking attractive—from the way she offers to let me join her as she showers to the desire making her eyes glassy as she glances up at me through her lashes.
I couldn’t deny her a single fucking thing if my life depended on it.
“You’re right,” I growl, following her closely while she backs into the bathroom. I lock this door behind us, too, taking in the clawfoot bathtub and the huge walk-in shower with those waterfall-style shower heads. More than enough room for two. “What kind of bodyguard would I be if I didn’t check for monsters in the shower, huh? It would be so wrong of me to let even an inch of space between us.”
Evangeline nods, her hair bouncing around her face. Eyes holding mine, her shaking hands begin to unbutton her top until it falls open and reveals her breasts, rosy nipples already peaked with desire.
