Page 22 of The Bodyguard Freed


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I check the surveillance on my phone. It takes me to the bedroom in the palace. My heart shatters when I find her sitting on the sofa and staring at nothing. She’s wearing a gold silk gown. My gaze drifts over the splash of her naked thigh as the fabric of the gown slides off her.

She’s everything to me.

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Sophia

“Kayne.”

I’m startled awake when Kayne comes into the room. I had waited up for him, torn between going out and finding him or giving him space. I may have only fallen asleep for a few minutes and in that time he returned. I stumble off the sofa.

“Kayne,” I say relief replacing all my worry. But I’m shocked by what I see. “Kayne. Your face?”

I’m horrified at the bloody bruises on his face. His clothes. His knuckles.

I go to him and then turn around immediately. I want to tend to him. Clean up the cuts. Get him an ice pack. But he pulls me back against his body.

“I just want to hold you,” he says cupping my face, kissing my lips. “I just want to be inside you and hold you that way.”

I stare into his eyes and I see so much turmoil. I would give up my life to take away whatever is bothering him. Whatever it is, I can fix it for him.

But that’s not what he wants tonight.

He wants to hold me. He doesn’t want me to ask him any questions, or start a fight. He wants to be inside me and just hold me that way.

“Kayne,” I whisper. I lay my lips on his bruises and he lifts me to him.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to the sofa. He unbuckles his belt and frees his cock which is so beautiful and hard already.

“Are you sore?” he asks me. But even if I were on fire I would tell him no. I shake my head. I’m only wearing a thin gown and no underwear since I stepped out of the shower. My body does ache. My ass is so prettily bruised it keeps me cocooned in the sweetness of his dominance. But my pussy, so wrecked from his belt, and such invasive orgasms is a little more tender.

He flicks open the ribbon on the robe and then peels it off my body, leaving me naked. He licks his fingers and brushes them over my pussy before he slides his cock into me.

He does it slowly as if he knows I’m sore but he also needs this. I see the look in his eye.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps, but I open up for him. I bear the pain. I’ll bear anything for this man.

It doesn’t take me long to get wet for him and when I do, he wraps his arms around my waist and drops his head to my breasts.

I hold him that way. I run my fingers through his hair. I press him against me. I want him to feel my love. That there is nothing that can come between us.

But I don’t say anything. I don’t ask him what’s wrong because I know something is wrong. Not tonight. He just wants to hold me this way and I let him. I give him every part of me without conditions, questions, or ultimatums.

Somewhere along the night, he moved us from the sofa to the bed. But not once did he release me from his arms.

Kayne is tormented. Something is keeping him tethered to the past. I have to help him. He’s not going to tell me what it is which means I need to find out what it is on my own.

Chapter Eleven

Sophia

I’m determined today to save my husband.

I’m sitting in my boudoir but I’m already dressed in jeans and a hoodie. Shocking that a queen would own clothing like that, but they came from my days as a princess and I refused to part with them.

My hair is in a ponytail and I’m not wearing any makeup except for some lip gloss.

Margo looks at me as if I’ve hit my head and dislodged my brain. Rachelle smiles at me.

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