Page 54 of The Forbidden Bodyguard

“Then cover my cock with your sweet juices. Come, sweetheart. Throttle my cock.”

I’d exploded.

I’ve never been with a man who talked so dirty, but it makes everything so much more heightened. He can lift me like I’m a bag of rice, flip me around and then cover me with his enormous body and sexy grin.

He makes me forget.

He makes me laugh.

He makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

Not just that, but being with Declan feels safe, solid, and grounded. I woke up this morning realizing I’ve never had that before. Even as a kid, there was an underlying sense of not being completely safe.

He has questions and nudges me each day but never pushes. I see the frustration in his eyes and wish I could throw my arm around his neck and ask him to take me away from everything.

In two more days, I may never see him again.

Go enjoy your boyfriend.

“I’m just tired. Lots of...wedding plans.” I ease into the conversation.

“Oh. I hate that I’m not your bridesmaid. Won’t your parents reconsider? There’s one thing forcing you to marry someone, another to not let you have the wedding of your dreams.”

More like wedding of my nightmares.

“It’s going to be quick. We can make yours special and both enjoy it.”

“Stella, that’s not how these things work!”

“Have you decided to move in with Dave?” I promptly change the subject.

“Ah, well, he’s unsure.”

He’s a dick.

Then again, I can’t judge. I’m marrying someone nicknamed The Blade who will probably kill me in my sleep.

Oh God.

I glance at Declan, seated a few tables away, and his brow twitches. I quickly glance away. He’s very protective and I don’t want him to interrupt my last catch up with Charlotte before I am married.

Tears threaten as I draw a breath and search for something to say before I tell her everything and how scared I am. “Well, there’s no rush.”

“Stella.”

I lift my eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong?”

I break. “I don’t want to marry him, Char. I’m so scared.”

Even though I know this is dangerous ground, I need to talk to someone. I have to just have a few minutes telling someone I trust, even if I can’t tell her everything.

Her menu clangs on the silver cutlery. “Then don’t. Oh, my god. Come here.”

She rounds the table and pulls me into her arms. Over her shoulder I see Declan begin to stand, his brows bunched, but I glare at him.

“Do you want to stay with me? Hide out at my place. I can get Dad to ring your father. I don’t know what it would do, but he’s a judge so it might...is he forcing you?”