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.”

Bridget was too young, too innocent, and too off-limits, and I’d damn well better not forget that.

Part of me wanted to push her far away from me, and another part wanted to drag her into my arms and keep her as mine.

We always end up where we’re meant to be.

She felt like home.

. I want to be in your mind, in your heart, and in your fucking soul the way you are in mine.

not that I didn’t believe in love before. It’s that I was saving it all for you

Mine to fight with. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck.” My voice dropped. “Mine to love.”

I’d lived in hell my whole life, and it wasn’t until now I glimpsed what heaven felt like.