Twisted Games: A Forbidden Royal Bodyguard Romance

“Five days in paradise,” I drawled. “Swimming, sunbathing, fucking—”
“Rhys.”
“What, you don’t like the itinerary?”
“Lower your voice,” she hissed, her face the color of the tomatoes on her plate. “People will hear.”
“No one’s listening.”

Jules sighed. “Tell your man he’s hot as hell but a total buzzkill.”

“He’s not my man. He’s my bodyguard.” I lowered my voice, but I thought I saw Rhys pause for a millisecond before he resumed polishing his knife.

“Even worse. He’s running your life and you’re not getting any dick from it.”

“Jules.”

moonlight, and her hold on me tightened. “I love you

moonlight, and her hold on me tightened. “I love you

Men. They always ruined it by opening their mouths

In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.”

But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine.

But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine.

But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine.

But first, I want to make one thing clear. From this point on, you’re mine.