“Someone call the undertakers, you’re killing me here,” he muttered. A giggle escaped me, but that soon ended when I felt him thrust into me in one vicious, powerful motion. I lost the ability to speak. I saw stars as I cried out. He fucked me like a savage. Brutal, fast and ferocious. Leaving me screaming and mewling as he fucked me from behind. My legs were like jelly, but I fucking loved it. At this point, I didn’t even care if other security members heard us. James fucked me like he owned me. I knew that after this there was no more of us–the princess and the bodyguard.
It was just two people who were mad about each other.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
James
The Sicilian morning air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and sea salt as I drove Evangeline to the veterinary practice for her third day of work. The previous night had shattered every carefully constructed barrier between us, and now the air in the car crackled with unspoken tension. She sat beside me, her hair still slightly mussed despite her attempts to tame it, wearing a simple white sundress that made my hands itch to tear it off her body—again.
"You're quiet this morning," her voice holding that slightly husky quality it always had after sleep—or after our frisky evening on the balcony. She made me see stars; that moment is going to be imprinted in my memory forever.
I kept my eyes on the winding coastal road, fighting the urge to pull over and claim her once more. "Just focused on security protocols."
Her laugh was soft, knowing. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
The memory of last night flooded back with vivid intensity—the way she sucked my cock. Fuck, I've never had such an intense orgasm in my life. Evangeline’s mouth was perfect, andI was growing hard now, thinking about her dripping pussy. Once the air cleared enough for my brain to function again, I suggested she go back to her bedroom because I knew if she stayed with me, she would not get any restful sleep. Which would impact her particularly intense day ahead of her tomorrow.
There was no going back now. The moment I'd made her mine, I obliterated whatever professional distance I'd maintained.
"We need to discuss what happened," I said, my voice rougher than intended.
"Do we?" She shifted in her seat, the movement causing her dress to ride up slightly, revealing more of her thighs—thighs I'd kissed and marked only hours before. "Or we just let it be what it was?"
"And what was it?"
She was quiet for a moment, considering. "Inevitable. Hot, and I loved every fucking minute."
Evangeline’s answer sent a jolt straight to my cock. Because she was right—what had happened between us had been inevitable from the moment I first saw her in that Bellavista barn, even before that when I'd studied her photograph and felt something shift inside me.
We arrived at the practice in tense silence. As always, I performed my security sweep while Evangeline gathered her medical supplies. The routine felt different now, charged with new awareness. Every glance she sent my way held heat, promise, challenge.
"Dr. Vitale wants us in the far pasture today," Marcus announced as he approached, his smile as bright as ever. "Signor Rossi's prize bull has been showing signs of lameness."
I watched him gesture animatedly as he explained the situation, noticed how his hand briefly touched Evangeline'sshoulder, how his eyes lingered on her face. The possessive surge that rose in response was swift and violent.
"James will need to inspect the location first," Evangeline said smoothly, catching my expression. "Security protocols."
Marco's enthusiasm dimmed slightly. "Of course. Though I'm not sure what threats a bull could pose to a bodyguard."
I stepped forward, letting my full height and presence intimidate. "You would be surprised at what can threaten you when you know how to look for it."
The Italian intern swallowed hard, nodding quickly before excusing himself. Evangeline shot me a look that was part amused, part exasperated.
"Was that necessary?"
"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "He touches you too much."
Her eyes flashed with something that might have been pleasing. "Jealous, Mr. Banks?"
"Territorial," I corrected, the honesty surprising us both.
The admission hung between us as we made our way to the distant pasture where the others were already gathered. I maintained my professional distance whilst they worked, examining the bull's leg, discussing treatment options, and preparing medications. But I felt her awareness of me like a physical touch, saw how her gaze sought mine whenever Marco stood too close or spoke too familiarly.
By midday, the work was complete—minor inflammation that would heal with rest and anti-inflammatory medication. As the group began packing equipment, Signor Rossi appeared with his usual bottle of wine and infectious enthusiasm.
"Bravissimi!" he declared, clapping his hands together. "My Brutus will dance, again in no time!"
He made his way through the group, offering sips of wine and hearty congratulations. When he reached me, his eyes twinkled with mischief.
