phyanahale

⚠️ Warning: The following contains mature romantic content. Reader discretion is advised (18+)

Just touch me,’ she whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his finger down and slid it gently over her folds. Two fingers worked into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over her, and she couldn’t prevent her hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, that had to be bad. She told herself to stop. She couldn’t. Somehow, she found her hands tangled in his short hair. Her body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now she could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her.


When her grandfather, the powerful chairman Alasdair Whitmore, survives a mysterious accident, he hires a new bodyguard to keep his reckless granddaughter under control.

Daphne Whitmore has always lived wild. Fast cars, late parties, breaking rules, that’s her way of keeping the emptiness quiet.
Until Michael Hayes walks into her life.

Cold. Stoic. Trained.
He’s everything she can’t stand and everything she can’t resist.

From their first clash, sparks ignite.
He calls her spoiled. She calls him boring.
But every argument ends with his hands pinning her against the wall and her lips begging for more.

Their secret grows harder to hide.
Jealousy burns.
Rumors spread.
And Daphne learns that falling for her bodyguard isn’t just dangerous, it could destroy everything she’s ever known but a taste of it wasn't so bad.