I woke as the sunlight poured through the windows.
I looked up at Jaxon's peaceful face and smiled.
I felt his erection next to my leg.
Let's make use of this morning erection, shall we?
I leaned up slowly, careful to not wake him. I began crawling under the covers toward his shaft. When my hand wrapped around him, I heard a slight groan. Knowing he would wake soon, I immediately wrapped my mouth around him. Using my tongue to swirl around his tip, I began sucking lightly.
His dick hardened further as I continued moving up and down. I knew the moment he awoke because a loud moan filled my ears and a hand made its way to my hair.
“Lyla,” he moaned out. I liked the way he moaned my name. Husky and gravely. It was sexy as hell.
I pulled my mouth off, making a popping sound.
He threw the blanket back and looked down at my naked form crouched over him. His eyes went from a sleepy aroused look to a fully awake aroused look in seconds. He reached down and picked up my bottom half and pulled it toward him. It's not until my entrance is directly above his mouth that he stops. I look down at him and he winks up at me before reaching up and devouring me. I fell against the headboard in front of me and reached down to grab a fistful of his hair.
His tongue ran over my clit before sucking it into his mouth and biting slightly.
I moaned loudly as he explored me, fucking me with his tongue.
“Jaxon,” I breathed.
He opened his eyes and looked at me but didn't stop eating his meal.
“I want to try something.”
His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion before shooting upwards. It was then that he pulled his mouth from my dripping wet entrance.
“Are you saying what I think you're saying?” He asked.
I nodded. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“You will be the death of me.”
I turned around and placed myself above his mouth once again. This time, I laid my body over his and gripped his manhood tightly. As my lips closed around him, he let out a moan.
His breath hit my pussy and I moaned around his dick.
“Holy shit,” he groaned. “Do that again.”
I didn't know what he meant so I kept sucking him. I felt his mouth on me and I moaned again.
“That,” he whispered before returning to my wetness.
I continued moaning as he pleasured me.
Soon enough, I felt my release coming and I guess he could too. I began riding his face, trying to find some friction against my clit. His hand reached up and rubbed it hard and I came. He followed soon after, shooting hot spurts of cum into my mouth. I swallowed the thick liquid and sat up.
I got off of Jaxon and began walking to the shower.
I turned back and looked at him in all his naked glory. He had his hands behind his head, a smirk covering his face as he watched me.
“Coming?” I smiled seductively at him.
“Oh, hell yes.”
After a very long, eventful shower, we began getting dressed.
“I meant what I said, Lyla.”
I looked up at him.
“It's you. It will always be you. I want you to be mine, even if your father won't allow it. I am so completely in love with you.” He kissed my forehead.
“I love you, Jaxon.”
He turned his back to me and walked to the closet.
“I have something to tell you. I was coming to tell you the news the other day when I saw, well, you know.”
“Yeah?” He called.
“My dad is going to allow it.”
“Allow what?”
I didn't say anything. I heard a hanger drop. He slowly emerged from the closet with a breathtaking smile on his face. I felt myself get dizzy at the sight.
“Allow it? As in us?”
I nodded, grinning.
He ran to me and lifted me into the air. He spun me around, arms around my waist and hands gripping my ass.
He let me fall gently and he placed his hands on either side of my face.
“My God, I love you.”
I kissed him in response, standing on my tiptoes to reach him.
The door burst open. “Jaxon! Boss wants you! Now!”
“What's going on, Lance?”
He looked down at me, his eyes frantic. “Mark's men are here. They have the compound surrounded.”
“Lyla,” Jaxon said, voice tight. “Please stay in this room. Do not leave for any reason.”
I looked at him. He looked terrified.
They're after me. I nodded.
He buttoned his shirt frantically and rushed out of the room after Lance.
I closed the door and locked it. I stood behind it, head resting on the door. Suddenly, a banging sounded and the surface began to shake.
I backed away slowly, staring at it. The banging continued.
The wood around the handle began to crack.
That's not Jaxon.
I rushed to the other side of the bed and slid under it. Right as my feet slid all the way under the bed, the door burst open. Boot-clad feet stomped into the room.
“Find her,” someone growled. Mark.
I held my breath as more black boots filled the room. They walked to the bathroom, the closet, the balcony and finally, a pair of feet stopped at the bed.
I held my hand over my mouth, holding in a sob.
He stepped back before his knees hit the floor.
A face cover in a black mask looked under the bed. I made eye contact with him and I saw his crinkle in joy.
“Found her.” His voice was muffled by the mask.
His dark brown eyes pierced through me, daring me to try to run.
He grabbed my ankles and began pulling me out. I started to scream. A loud, gut-wrenching scream. Then, I began kicking at him. I felt my foot connect with his jaw and heard a crack. I smirked at my mini victory.
“Fucking bitch!” He yelled.
He pulled me out from under the bed and pinned my flailing limbs with his body. My face was smooshed against the hardwood floor. He yanked my head up and slammed it back down. I felt blood trickle down my eyebrow and into my eye.
I heard another set of feet walk toward me. The brown dress shoes came into my line of sight and I knew exactly who stood before me.
“Hello, my dear. Nice to see you again.”
I felt my stomach lurch at the sound of his voice. Tears pooled in my eyes as I realized I would never see Jaxon, or my dad, or Lance, or Niccolai again. I quickly pushed them down. I refused to look weak in front of him.
“Stand her up!”
The man pinning me down yanked my arms up and pulled me to my feet.
“Careful!” Mark demanded. He looked at my face as I stood. “What did you do?! She said she wanted her unharmed. No bruises, no scrapes, nothing.”
“Who?” I questioned.
Mark glared at me. “Did I tell you to speak?”
I glared at him.
“You'll regret this,” I whispered. “He will kill you.”
“Who? Your father?”
I shook my head and let out a laugh. It sounded demonic coming from my throat. “No. Jaxon.”
He snorted. “Your bodyguard? I promise you that won't happen considering I just killed him.”
I flinched. “No.”
“Oh yeah sweetheart. Bullet right to the chest.”
Tears burned a hot trail down my face. I didn't care how weak I looked. He killed the man I love.
“Get her to the car before the others come looking for her.”
The masked man grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the room. I was numb. I didn't feel the pain of his tight grip on my hair or how he would yank me toward him every few minutes. I didn't feel the blood dripping down into my eye. I didn't feel the pain in the side of my face. I was numb.
Jaxon is dead.
We reached a black SUV and the man threw me inside. As he slammed the door, a sob broke through my body.
I will never see the man I love again.
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The Bodyguard of the Mafia boss's daughter (part 24/32)