Chapter Three

Aria

A million butterflies flutter into my stomach as my bodyguard lets me into his penthouse. I’m suddenly enveloped by a warm, inviting atmosphere that instantly puts me at ease.

I’m here, in his home.

I’ve daydreamed about seeing his place a thousand times over. At times, when I wasn’t trying my best to seduce him, I would pry into his private life. Toss in a question or two about his personal life, but he was always tightlipped about it. He never spoke about his work or his life outside of work.

And now, I'm in his home. This is the chance I need to look around and get to know more about him. Surely his private space will reveal the kind of person that he is. Is he the kind that prefers monotone colors for his furniture? Are there paintings on his wall? Does he have two toothbrushes on his bathroom sink?

Does he have a secret lover?

I have – had – questions but in the face of things, I haven’t taken my eyes off him long enough to look around his space. All I can think is that we’re finally alone. Here, I can push him a little further and test his control without fear of someone walking in on us.

“I’ll show you around,” Orlando says gruffly, nodding for me to follow him deeper into his home. “Are you hungry?”

Not for food, I'm not. "Thirsty," I say instead, sliding his coat off my shoulders. I notice his eyes drop to my chest and trail down the rest of my body before lifting back to meet my gaze. My heart beats hard against my chest and my palms grow sweaty the longer his gaze stays on mine.

I wait for him to do something. To kiss me or tear off my clothes and have his way with me. Sure, I know very little about sex, but I’ve heard Alexa and Agnes go on about how fun it is and I want that. With this man. I know the first time isn’t going to be fun but this is Orlando so I can’t imagine it being anything but perfect.

Do it! I dare him with my gaze and he must get a good reading on my desire because his jaw tightens and something primal flares in his eyes causing my breathing to grow shallow and the spot between my thighs to pulse with heat.

“Princess…”

Take me!

All he needs to do is close the distance between us and take all of me. However way he wants. He’s already taken control over my mind and heart; he might as well wrap up the deal by taking my body as well.

Make me yours!

But he doesn’t. Orlando clears his throat and turns around. “Wait here, I’ll get you some water.”

I watch him walk away from me and I fight the urge to stomp my feet in frustration. I glare at the man's back before walking to the couch and propping down with a huff. Oh, if he thinks I am going to stop, then he is gravely mistaken. I am not going to stop until I know how my bodyguard's mouth feels on mine. I want his hands on me, trailing every inch of my body like I've seen them do in those erotic movies I watch alone in my bedroom. I've spent an unhealthy amount of time imagining that it was Orlando and I touching, kissing, and rolling about the bed as we made love.

This is probably the only time I will ever get to be under the same roof alone with Orlando and I am not wasting it.

I bite into my lower lip when an idea pops into my head. I need to seduce him . My gaze wanders to the door Orlando disappeared through before popping open the first button of my shirt and then the second and third, revealing the nude bra I have on.

Will three buttons really work on the man who seems to have iron control? Probably not. I've tried this many times in the car and it's never borne results.

Maybe if I took off my shirt completely then… "No," I chuckle nervously, shaking my head as the idea pops in. That's going a little too far. Stripping for the man is a little too much but then again, I am trying to seduce my bodyguard, so I have to go big if I want results.

Shoving down my nerves, I unbutton my shirt the rest of the way and tug my skirt up a bit to reveal my thighs. I start to take my shirt off when I rethink my plans, shaking my head at the absurdity of my actions. I'm about to start buttoning it once more when a strangled growl stops me in my tracks.

“Fuck!”

Orlando is standing by the entrance, his fiery eyes burning with need as he runs them over me. I watch as his fist tightens around the glass of water he’s holding.

"I… It was getting hot," I breathe, trying to reign in my hammering heart but there's no stopping it. I force in a deep breath before letting the shirt drop off my shoulders, leaving my top half exposed. "Y-your place is very… um, hot."

It wasn't before but it sure is now. My body is burning, and I am equal measures of excited and nervous. Every part of me trembles with need unlike anything I have felt before. A strong want for this man to… do something. Anything to relieve this pressure building up in my core.

“Dammit, Aria, why are you doing this to me? Can’t you see I am trying to be a good man!” he growls. He places the glass of water on a coffee table nearby and starts approaching me stealthily, watching me the same way a wild cat would look at prey. “Do you have any fucking idea what you are doing to me? Exposing yourself like this to a man barely clinging on to control.”

“I… I want this–”

"You have no fucking idea what you are begging for little girl. I am nothing like those snotty college boys in your class, I will not take it easy on you if you let me touch you!" he growls, his voice deep and hard and if it is meant to scare me, it does the opposite. A shiver runs through me, causing my nipples to bead up and poke at the silk of my bra. His nostrils flare up when he notices this. “Do you have a thing for danger, princess?”

“Um… maybe.” If the danger is you then yes.

“You have no idea how close I am to tearing off what little clothes you have left on and burying my cock into that tight little pussy. Rutting you so hard into that couch you’ll still be feeling me on New Year’s. Is that what you want?” I bite my lips to suppress a whimper at the image he’s creating.

“Is that what you’ve been begging for this last couple of months with those small skirts and low-cut tops?”

“You noticed?”

“I would be blind not to.”

“T- then why did you ignore it?” Ignore me.

"Fucking hell, Aria," he grinds, leaning down and getting into my face. He's so close, only a breath away, I can practically smell his aftershave. One push and his lips will be one mine but… I want him to be the one to do it. "Has it ever occurred to you that you are forbidden? A fucking mob princess that no one is allowed to touch."

“If you don’t touch me then someone else…”

There is little warning before I find myself pinned on my back with my bodyguard's massive weight keeping me down. The gray in his eyes seems to have darkened into a terrifying black. I don't focus on his dark expression. No, all my focus is on the bulge pushing up against my sex. I spread my legs a little, whimpering at the delicious feeling that licks up my tummy when I tilt my hips and grind up against his erection.

“No one touches you.”

"Hmm," I hum, my eyes fluttering to a close as I rock my hips up to grind myself over his hard-on. The press of his erection over my pussy is nothing like all those times I humped my pillow thinking of him. No, it feels good. Mind-blowing good and… I need more. "Oh God," I whimper at the friction that sends pleasure rolling down my spine.

“Tell me you understand, princess,” he growls, grabbing my chin and forcing my gaze to snap open and meet his. “I want to hear you say it.”

Princess , does he realize he's saying it? Or how often he calls me that?

I don’t think so, but I have no intention of bringing it up in case he stops calling me that. I like it too much to see the words go away. I like the way his eyes fire up with something akin to desire when he says the word and how it makes me feel. How weak and achy hearing him call me princess leaves me feeling.

“Aria!”

"What?" I whine, blinking beardly at my bodyguard as I rock forward and hump the hard ridge in his pants, my movements growing desperate and feverish. My panties are damp with arousal and at this point, I'm pretty sure I'll have to throw them away.

A whimper climbs up my throat when Orlando slides his hands up my thighs and to my backside before yanking me hard against him. My breath releases in a hot rush of air when he positions his erection above a sensitive spot, his mouth is so close to mine I can almost taste his lips.

“Only I get to touch you,” he rasps, his voice sensing goosebumps licking up my body. “There is no going back from this Aria. Once I fuck you, only I am allowed inside that tight little cunt from this moment on.”

“Yes,” I nod frantically, arching up to rub myself against him. “Only you.”

"Take my words seriously, Aria. I will break any man that dares touch you from this moment on." He slides his hand up my waist and my shoulder before tugging down my bra strap off my shoulder and down my arm, leaving my left breast exposed. A deep blush climbs up my neck and despite my confidence earlier, I get the urge to cover up. Well, that is until I see the effect it has on him. "Fuck!" he growls, his chest shuddering violently. "You have no fucking idea how many times I've wanted to reach out and cup your greedy little tits in the car on the drive from your school, tease them until they were beaded and your panties were drenched."

“I… I wanted you to.”

"I know you did," he rasps, pinching my pebbled nipple between his knuckles and tugging hard, causing me to whimper at the sensation that spreads to my tummy. "I know how much you wanted me to fondle your tits in the car, always leaving your shirts unbuttoned for me to see." He moves to the opposite strap and yanks it down as well, leaving both my aching tits exposed to his hungry eyes. His hand closes around my breast, teasing the aching bud with his thumb until I am half delirious with need. The friction isn't doing it for me anymore. I need more…

I need him to give me more. “Please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Want you,” I whimper, uncaring of how needy and desperate I sound. I’ve been infatuated with this man for months. Glaring at girls who checked him out when he came to pick me up. Orlando is mine. Finally, he’s mine! I will make sure it stays that way. “Please…Daddy.”

“Fuck!”

I feel more than hear the words as his mouth slams down on mine and… it’s heaven. It’s pure bliss, the feel of his mouth finally pressed on mine. I’ve imagined this moment so many times and it’s nothing like my imagination. There is no slow teasing of lips or gentle kisses. No, he devours me like he threatened he would.

And I love every second of it.

It's feral, the way we lick into each other's mouths. His palm fondles my tits as he deepens the kiss, the wet glide of tongues causing my toes to curl in pleasure. God, I've wanted this for so long and now, I am kissing my bodyguard. "Say it again," he rasps into the kiss, rolling his hips over mine, the friction adding to the fiery heat burning in my core. "I want to hear you say it again.

“ Daddy ,” I whimper. “I want you, please.”

Orlando breaks the kiss and I feel his bristled jaw trail my neck, his mouth hot my skin. Kissing and biting my sensitive skin and I lean back to allow him access. I cry out my lips when he draws my nipple into his mouth in hot suction. The fire in my core doubles and I am practically sobbing with the need for release as he moves to the other tight bud, tugging it between his hungry mouth and driving me to near madness. From his hot mouth and fevered gaze to the way he holds me close to him, his grip tight… I want this moment to last forever.

I need it to last forever.

“Fuck, princess, I’m taking you to bed now!’ he growls, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the couch along with him. I wrap my legs around his lips and his mouth is back on mine before I can see where he’s taking me, but I don’t care. All I care about is that I am finally kissing the man of my dreams and soon, we’ll be doing more than kissing.

“Brace yourself, Aria. I am done fighting this.”