Her Forbidden Fantasy

 

The night air was thick with tension, the ocean breeze teasing the sheer white fabric that clung to her curves. She leaned against the balcony railing, her body arching slightly, lost in the intoxicating mix of wind and anticipation. The moonlight bathed her in silver, illuminating the sheer nightgown that barely concealed her beauty.

He came through her room like thief in the night, his presence a silent storm. She didn’t turn, but she felt him, his heat, his hunger—before his hands found her waist. Electricity crackled between them, setting her skin ablaze. Then, as if they had no choice, their lips crashed together, mouths seeking revenge for an agony of restraint. His tongue claimed hers with wild fever, his hands sliding up her body, pressing into her softness, kneading the pulse of her desire. He kissed down her neck, his breath scorching, his teeth grazing, making her tremble.

And then, in the midst of it, she whispered, her voice laced with a wicked plea.

"Rape me ," she breathed. "Rape me bastard."

His body tensed. His breath hitched. "Are you kidding?" he groaned against her throat, confusion warring with the primal need roaring through him.

She broke the kiss, stepping back, her eyes dark with challenge. And then—she slapped him. Hard. The sharp sting ignited something raw inside him, something untamed. A beast unleashed.

A growl rumbled from deep within his chest. His jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists.

"You really want to awaken the animal?" he rasped.

Before she could respond, he lunged. She shrieked, twisting, trying to escape, but he was faster—stronger. He grabbed her, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. She kicked, she fought, but her struggles only fed his hunger.

"You asked for this," he growled, striding into the room, his grip unyielding.

He threw her onto the bed, the force making her body bounce against the mattress. Before she could catch her breath, he was on her—pinning her wrists above her head, his grip firm, unyielding.

With one hand, he ripped away her panties, the sound of tearing fabric making her core tighten in anticipation. Her gasp turned into a moan as she felt his heat press against her, his wildness setting her skin on fire.

Then, without hesitation, without mercy, he drove himself deep inside her. A sharp cry tore from her lips as he stretched her, filled her, owned her. The bed creaked beneath them, but he didn’t stop. He was lost madly in her own animalistic desire.

She seduced her personal bodyguard devilishly
and turned him into a thief.