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.”

If anyone hurt my princess in any way—physically, mentally, or emotionally—there would be hell to pay.

If anyone hurt my princess in any way—physically, mentally, or emotionally—there would be hell to pay.

“I told you, you’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. I don’t care if the entire Eldorran military tries to drag me away.”

Only with you.

“You don’t dance.”

“I don’t like it when other people touch what’s mine. Especially when it’s a date who’s not me.”

“You belong to me. I don’t give a fuck what the law or anyone else says. You are mine. Understand?”

There’s not much in the world I want to claim as mine. I’ve seen and done too much shit in my life to believe in forever. But you…”