Chapter 9

Vance

We drive in static silence, which is probably for the best. I'm beyond angry. When you're a bodyguard, you tend to avoid trouble, not actively seek it out. Sometimes trouble finds you regardless, but there shouldn't be a big neon Kidnap Me sign pointing to the person you're protecting, which is precisely what she put above her head with her stunt.

She's squeezing her thighs. I see it out of the corner of my eye. Those strong leg muscles flex every time she tenses. I put my hand between her thighs and rip her legs apart.

"Don't you close those legs. You aren't going to get enjoyment after what happened tonight."

Her wild eyes leap to mine, as if the heat from my hand sends electricity through her. They flash with something crazed, feral.

It's fucking hot.

But it can't be.

"Don't look at me like that," I say. "What you did tonight was so incredibly stupid, and I'm sure I'll hear about it from your father. What will he think of me when he finds out I let you run off by yourself and you came face to face with one of the Vendetti brothers? Do you think he'll let me keep my job?"

Her eyes narrow. "No."

"Then why do it? You want someone else to be your guard? Some uptight prick? Someone who will probably hold that virginity of yours much higher than I do? You'd have no fun at all, little girl."

"First off, you are an uptight prick. Second, you're also the reason I'm not having much fun." She folds her arms across her chest, and the pouty pose accentuates her cleavage.

I scoff. "You know I don't give a flying fuck about your virginity. I'll put my hand between your legs and please you without losing a wink of sleep over it. I'd let you rub your pretty cunt against my leg if it made you feel good, so long as it means I can stay in the goddamn house."

She sucks in a breath beside me, which humbles me and reminds me of my rule.

"Which won't be happening, Isabella."

"Fine, daddy, I'm sorry," she quips, an annoyed fire smoldering in her dark eyes.

I wish she'd stop calling me daddy. I don't like it. It's weird. And she always says it with an attitude that makes me want to bend her over my lap until she regrets every snarky syllable.

My mind wanders to that thought as I drive, and I clutch the steering wheel. I imagine bending her over my lap, the hem of that short dress rising, exposing the full cuffs of her ass. The sound of my hand smacking her ass rings out in my head, going straight to my dick. Her smart-ass mouth would part and let out a whimper.

I shake my head, trying to push those thoughts away. They're becoming more and more intrusive. And it's feeling less and less wrong.

Isabella sees my erection. She's like a truffle-sniffing pig when it comes to dicks. She reaches out, putting that hot hand on my jeans, right over my cock. I let her stroke my length only once before I gather the strength to grab her wrist and tug it away.

"Don't. You wouldn't know what to do with a cock like mine," I snap.

She wouldn't. If she gets all her pleasure from rubbing herself, I would rip her in half, and she'd probably be a bitch about it. I also can't risk her telling her father anything. What's happened already is bad enough to put a mark on me.

She might be worth it, but the risk isn't worth the reward when she's getting handed off to her new husband soon.

"You don't know what I can do, dickhead," she says, ripping her hand away from my grasp.

"I know what you aren't allowed to do, and I won't lie. I might not be able to keep my hands and mouth off you if you keep doing the things you do to me. But you won't get my cock. I'll hand you off as pure as promised. Well, almost as pure."

She swallows loud enough for me to hear. Like I just fucked her ears with my words.

I'm not doing it on purpose. It's just the truth. She's driving me nuts and forcing me to shed my dignity and the strength to abide by my own rules. The brattier she acts, the more I want to shut her up with my mouth.

Before I can even stop her, she leans over and hits the button that makes my seat recline. Distance gathers between me and the wheel until I'm barely holding the damn thing.

She climbs onto my lap, and I try to push her away, but it makes me swerve. She leans in and kisses me. I barely keep my eyes on the road over the tilt of her head as her tongue slips into my mouth. I kiss her back. Because why the fuck not?

"I'm so frustrated," she whimpers against my mouth.

I sigh. "Come on my lap, then."

I let my hand drop from the wheel and grip her full ass as the heat of her wet cunt melts through my jeans. She rubs herself against my tented zipper, her hips curving into me in the most sexy fucking way. I imagine myself inside her.

She pants, and soft moans brush against my ear as she drops her head to my neck. I squeeze her ass as she rides the length of my zipper, grinding it between the lips of her pussy. Her body tenses and tightens as her hand burrows into my hair.

"Daddy," she moans, and my cock twitches.

Must she muddle that word for me? It's usually bitchy and annoying when she says it, but when she says it through a moan like that...fuck. She can call me anything in that moment and I'd like it.

"Come like a good girl, even though you're never a good girl, are you?"

She shakes her head, and I feel the movement against my shoulder.

"Fuck yourself against my jeans," I groan.

Her movements grow ragged. She's getting close, and the moans become louder and louder in my ear.

"I'm coming!" she screams, her sounds becoming shrill, yet beautiful.

Instead of going faster, she slows her hips, bearing down so that she's riding my zipper harder but slower. Her body shudders and jerks with each tilt of her pelvis as she rides out her orgasm.

"Feel better?" I ask, pulling my eyes away from the road for a moment to brush the sweaty hair from her cheek.

"No, actually," she says, dropping her weight into me. "I feel like it's not enough. It's usually enough, but now it feels like I need to come again."

I smirk at her. "That's what happens when your body wants more than high-school humping, but you can't have much more." I raise my dark eyes to hers. "Now get off my lap."