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.”

“You’re a fucking queen, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Including yourself.”

“By the way, princess, the book is upside down.”

She can never be his...but he's taking her anyway.

And yet, thoughts of dark hair and gunmetal eyes, scars and hard-won smiles still consumed me.

I’d never been able to hide who I truly was from Rhys.

I only cared about one person in the world, and she was hurting.

“Come here, princess.” I opened my arms.

Then I thought about Rhys. His rough hands and rough voice, and the way he held me. Kissed me. Looked at me, like he never wanted to blink.

Baby, we’re way beyond like.

The only person who had ever seen me and put me first was Rhys.