SWNOVELS Bossy Bodyguard: Part 3 – Chapter 29
PART III
“I own you and all your pretty holes.”
Red coated my vision and with each stride, my grip tightened on Emma’s wrist. I didn’t want to hurt her damnit, but I couldn’t think.
The images of that perv’s hand on her back and frozen body kept flashing in my head, and it was enough for me to want to break something. Or someone.
“Give me the keys,” I barked at the driver and he scrambled from leaning on the car to giving me the keys.
“I can drive you—”
“You can leave,” I said, opening the passenger door for Emma. I couldn’t meet her eyes when she sat down, and I closed the door.
Exhaling sharply, I sat in the driver’s seat and started the engine. I didn’t tell her where we were going when I drove out of the driveway, away from her brother and the creep.
“Cillian,” her voice was even, but there was a hint of nervousness. My hand tightened on the steering wheel to stop myself from hauling her over my lap and make sure she’s okay. “Where are we going?”
“Why didn’t you tell me that asshole has harassed you before?” I asked, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
“It’s not important,” she replied, looking out of the window.
“Right. So if he does it again you’ll—”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Cillian,” she snapped, her blue eyes sharp. “I’m thankful that you stopped it, but you didn’t have to kick him.”
Oh, that’s what she was mad about?
“I’m your bodyguard and if I see you harmed, I will resort to violence if I fucking have to.” My knuckles turned white, and I tried to focus on my breathing, but it was all useless after what had happened in the past thirty minutes. Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Are you okay?”
I could feel her gaze on me, and it made my stomach clench with nerves. I didn’t want her to fear what I had done. I didn’t want her to fear me.
“I’m okay.” Her voice was small, and she was looking at her lap, her blonde hair hiding her face. “No one has ever stood up for me like that, so it was odd seeing it. Thank you.”
No one…
“You shouldn’t be thanking me, Doll.” I slowed down the car and kept my hand on her thigh, tracing the soft skin of her hand. “You didn’t tell your mother, Mrs. Karen, or your friends?”
I sighed in relief when she entwined her small hand with mine, her black nails tracing my hand tattoos.
“I told my mom when he touched my shoulder in her study. Saying creepy things that made me uncomfortable.” She shrugged, her smile sad when she glanced at me. “But she said it was normal. That if I didn’t want unwanted attention from old men like that, I should go on a diet so that these wouldn’t be so big and in their way.” Her tone was very self-deprecating when she pointed at her perfect breasts.
My jaw clenched, and I squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry your mother didn’t help you, Emma.”
“It’s alright. I-it could have been worse… but Mrs. Karen stayed with me when I begged her to sleep in my room that night.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I never told Mia or Summer because I didn’t want them to worry about me.”
“Is there…” I paused and flickered my eyes at her. “Is there any way I can help you?”
I would do anything she wanted me to. I would listen to her, let her cry on my lap if she wanted, and hold her as long as she wanted me to.
But I had guessed it all wrong about Emma. She wasn’t weak, and she definitely didn’t need my shoulder to cry on.
“Yes, there is,” she replied, her fingers brushing over my knuckles and I had to keep myself in check from sporting a bulge.
“I’ll do anything, Doll—”
“Fuck me.”
“What?” My eyes were wide, and I had to hold on to the steering wheel so I wouldn’t drive the car into a tree. “What the fuck are you asking, Emma?”
“You said you’d do anything, Cillian. I want you to take me to the club and fuck me.”
I untangled our hands and looked straight ahead on the road. “I am not going to have sex with you,” I said, my voice stern and final. “If you want something else, then tell me.”
“Are you sure that’s your answer?”
I narrowed my eyes at her face that was devoid of any emotion, but her chin was high and she wasn’t trembling anymore.
What was this fucking girl playing at?
“Yes, Emma,” I said. “I am not sleeping with you—”
“Even though you already did?”
I raked a hand through my hair. She was impossible. “That was before I knew you were nineteen and Caleb’s ex. And now you are my client too. It’s not happening.”
“I see,” she said, her tone even. “Take me to Vixen.”
“I already told you—”
“I want to go to the club, Cillian. Take me there. You can drop me outside and leave,” Emma said without looking at me and crossed her arms, leaning back on the seat.
Like hell I was going to leave her alone at a sex club.
Neither of us said a single thing for the rest of the ride. There was so much sexual tension hovering in the air that anyone could cut it with a butter knife. I opened the door for her when we reached the club.
We both ignored the long queue outside when the valet took the keys from me.
“I thought you were just dropping me here and leaving,” she said when the guard checked our VIP cards and let us inside through the dark door.
“I’m not leaving you alone at a place where you were drugged last time,” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
Must and exotic perfume laced the air after the receptionist checked our names and ID. I asked for two masks, one with dark lace trim and the other with feather. Emma raised a brow in question and let me put the white mask on her face, her bright blue eyes dilating when I tied it behind her head, making sure it was secure.
“Don’t remove it,” I ordered, wearing my black mask, similar to hers, and entered the club.
“Too bad it will be tugged off eventually,” she said, smugness dripping from her voice.
I ignored the sultry music playing in the background and everyone’s stares as they ogled both of us, and pulled her closer.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked, growling in her ear.
Emma blinked up at me innocently. “If you don’t want to fuck me, Cillian, I am going to do an exhibitionism show in a private room, and I’m sure I’ll get many people—men, women and others—who would want to fuck me.”
My arm tightened around her waist as I glared at her small smile. I asked, keeping my voice low, “Are you sure that’s your final answer?”