Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 2 – Chapter 24

I held my breath when his hand tightened on the back of my neck, goosebumps erupting all over my body—

“Oh,” I gasped, the burn of the pain against my skin registering before it spread between my legs. I looked over my shoulder, “Cillian, what the fuck are—mm.”

I had to bite my lip when he spanked my ass again on the same spot, my legs trembling. His hold on my neck was firm. I couldn’t escape or pull away if I wanted to.

“Are you going to be a spoiled brat or listen to me, Doll?” Cillian asked, his hot breath fanning over my ear, making me shiver.

My hands turned into a fist hearing his deep voice. He was so close that I could smell his sexy cologne. I pushed my hips back, smiling over my shoulder as I met his clouded dark eyes.

“Why should I listen to you?” I whispered, slowly rubbing my burning ass over his crotch.

“You are trouble, aren’t you, Doll?” he murmured, his large hand squeezing my ass cheek before it inched closer to where I wanted. He chuckled when I spread my legs for him, pushing him closer to my wet pussy. “Greedy. So fucking greedy.”

“Shut up and touch me.”

I gasped when he held my hair and tugged at it. My lids were heavy lidded when he cupped my pussy through the panties, squeezing it. “Be a good girl and maybe I will,” he said, his voice stern and him being so serious and scary only turned me on more.

“Will you fuck me if I behave?” I asked, batting my lashes and continued, lowering my hand, “If you don’t, I can just use my hands…”

I gasped when he flipped me around, pinning my wrists above my head with his one hand. His other hand slid underneath my skirt.

“I’ll think about fucking your sweet cunt if you behave,” he said, his voice hot and deep, making me arch towards him. “Until then… be good.”

I had to hold back my gasp when his hand tightened over the lace of my panties and ripped it. My eyes widened when he pulled away, tucking my skirt down as if nothing had happened.

“You’ll go to school without panties and my red handprint on your ass,” he said casually, as if we were talking about the weather. “If you want to show off your pretty pussy, then by all means, keep your skirt inched high.”

“What…”

Cillian looked at his wristwatch and opened the door, not even baring me another glance. “Be out in five or we will be late. If you are not, I will throw you over my shoulder and drag you to school if I have to.”

He closed the door shut before I could utter a single word, leaving me seething in an empty room. What an ass. I couldn’t even wear other underwear since it wasn’t my room.

God, I hate him so fucking much.

“Is he really your bodyguard?” Summer asked when I slammed my locker shut, still pissed off about the morning.

“Unfortunately,” I said, gritting my teeth and rolling my eyes at Cillian’s large frame following me and Summer to yet another class. He had been keeping his distance to give me privacy, but he wasn’t lying about being everywhere I went. He even followed me to the washroom and glared at me when I locked him out of the stall.

I guess he wasn’t kidding this morning about being everyfuckingwhere.

The school board had agreed to let Cillian do whatever he wanted as long as I was safe, since my brother must have donated a large sum to the school for my so-called protection.

“Why the long face?” Mia asked when we joined her in chemistry lab. Her green eyes flickered over my shoulder, glancing up and nodding at me with pursed lips. “I didn’t think he was really her bodyguard,” she whispered, keeping her notes at our usual seat.

“I wish I could get rid of him,” I muttered underneath my breath, tying the plastic apron for the experiments we have to do.

“I’d like to see you try, Doll,” a deep voice said over my shoulder, making me freeze. His hot breath brushed over my nape when his fingers secured the apron.

Blood rushed my cheeks, and I cleared my throat when Summer and Mia stared at me with an open mouth.

“You are red, Em,” Summer said, flickering her eyes in the corner where I knew who was leaning on the wall with crossed arms and glaring at anyone who looked suspicious.

“Very red,” Mia added, wrangling her brows.

“It’s cold, that’s why,” I snapped and opened my notes. “I’d love it if you both could focus on our experiment.”

“Girl, if you look around, you’ll see how everyone’s focus is occupied by someone who is tall, dark and handsome with eyes for just one—”

“Summer Hayes.”

She mimicked zipping her lips and swallowing the key. I rolled my eyes and straightened up when our teacher entered the room, blushing at the sight of Cillian before stuttering through the experiment.

Jesus fucking Christ. He was just a handsome man! A tall, handsome man.

Cillian

Her chemistry teacher was definitely not the stalker, because she couldn’t even focus on her class and kept glancing at me. Did I really pay a huge fucking fee to send my son to such an academy where they had excellent teachers like these?

I sighed once again, keeping my eyes on Emma, who was doing her experiment with determination and taking notes with her friends. I was relieved to see her focused on her studies and not worried about the situation she was in.

My phone vibrated in my pants and I walked to the back of the class, tapping my earbud. “Yes?”

“Is she good?”

“She is in her chemistry class.”

Her brother stayed quiet for a moment. “I don’t know how you can stand through such boring lectures.”

It’s because I want to protect her. Even if you don’t pay me, I will protect her and keep her safe.

“It’s a job,” I said, keeping my voice even.

“Sure, the night with her at my sex club has nothing to do with it.”

I clenched my phone and gritted out, “Is this why you called me?”

“No,” he took a deep breath, and I heard a sound of pen clicking. “Bring her to the club after school. I’ll need her when the lawyers arrive.”

“Is it important?”

“Yes. They are discussing our mother’s will.”

“Then bring your lawyers and yourself to the house. She’s not coming to the club.” I was about to end the call when he continued,

“I am paying you.”

I chuckled and said, “Sure, you are. To protect Emma. She’s not coming to the club,” I repeated. “Bring your rich ass to the house. I don’t fucking care.”

I hung up before he could utter another word and went back to monitoring her blonde hair. I took a deep breath when I found her smiling with her friends and unclenched my fist.

She is trouble if I’m caring this much about her on the first day of the job. I should have called Elena and ended it, passed it on to someone else since I was emotionally invested.

But I was too fucking selfish.

I would take care of Emma.