Sandor (Royal Protectors Book 1)

by Kat Mizera

  When she dragged me to a place that had axe- and hatchet-throwing, and kicked my ass with her accuracy, I might have fallen a little in love with her right then and there. Where had I found such an incredible, diverse, and passionate woman? Not to mention beautiful and intelligent. I was in big trouble and when we passed Tiffany & Co. on our way to dinner on our last night, I pulled her inside, despite her protests.

  “Come on,” I said. “What woman doesn’t love jewelry?”

  “A woman who works as a bodyguard and can’t wear much.”

  “You can wear it to bed, along with the heels.”

  She rolled her eyes, but went with me. I saw she was drawn to rose gold, which was trendy right now, and figured it would look great with that pink dress I’d bought her. She would balk if I tried to buy her something, so I made note of the bracelet and earrings she kept going back to, and would call as soon as I had a moment alone. There were very few times I used my title to my advantage, but this was one of them. They would deliver to the hotel if I asked it of them, and it would be waiting for us when we returned from dinner. I smiled, thinking about her wearing nothing but the bracelet, earrings and pink heels.

  “Why are you smiling like you’re imagining me naked?” she demanded as we walked back onto the street.

  “Because I was?” I looped my arm around her neck, laughing down at her as she rolled her eyes. It was unseasonably chilly for October and we were both in hoodies and jeans. I had a baseball cap on my head, which helped to keep me anonymous, so I wasn’t expecting a flashbulb to go off as a member of the press snapped pictures. I wanted to lash out, because I didn’t want our incredible time in New York to end on a negative note, but this was part of the life. If we were going to be together, she had to deal with it. We weren’t doing anything wrong and though the guy was annoying, he wasn’t actually touching us or preventing us from going on our way.

  “Shit.” I felt her tense and squeezed her arm.

  “It’s okay,” I said. “Just ignore him. They won’t let him into the hotel.”

  We walked in silence the rest of the way and I resisted the urge to reach out and smack the guy. He followed us from about six feet away, snapping pictures and calling out to me even though I didn’t acknowledge him. People on the street were giving him side-eye, one of many things I loved about New York; these people didn’t take any shit. I wished I didn’t have to, but an altercation with a paparazzo wouldn’t benefit anyone.

  “You think they’ve been watching us all week?” Lennox asked as we walked into the hotel.

  “Probably?” I shrugged. “You’re going to have to get used to it, love. Much as it pains me to say that.”

  “I know. I’ll be okay. It’s a little jarring, but I’m sure it won’t faze me after a while.”

  “It won’t. As long as they stay respectful, I ignore them.”

  “Good to know.”

  We changed for dinner, though we were keeping it more casual tonight. We’d had our fancy dinner on the first night and spent the next two stopping when we felt hungry. Tonight, we were going to Little Italy since she said she’d never been there. We could eat and then walk around and explore the little shops along the street. Hopefully, the gift I’d bought her would be delivered and I’d spend the rest of the night between her gorgeous legs, fucking her like a man on a mission. I didn’t know what the mission was, other than to make us both feel good, but it was a good plan regardless.

  After dinner, we splurged on cannoli from a store a few doors down from the restaurant, both of us vowing to hit the gym hard when we got home. We’d done a lot of walking, but not enough to combat a cannoli the size of my arm. It was delicious, though, and neither of us voiced regrets.

  “I am officially a fan of vacations,” she told me as we walked toward the subway. She’d wanted to experience New York like a native, so we’d taken the subway today and she’d loved it. Personally, I thought it was a hassle, but it was okay since it made her happy.

  “Me too,” I said. “Do you ski?”

  She nodded. “I have. I mean, I grew up in Florida, then moved around a lot in the Marines, and there was certainly no skiing when I was in the Middle East. But I’ve done it a few times and it’s fun. Why?”

  “How about a ski weekend this winter? There’s a great mountain for beginners in Zakopane, Poland. That’s not far from Limaj.”

  “Sounds fun. I’m always up for something athletic.”

  I unlocked the door to our suite and turned on the lights. She padded into the bedroom and stopped, glancing over her shoulder at me. “What did you do?” she asked.

  “Who, me?” I asked innocently.

  “Sandor, you can’t keep buying me things…”

  “Why not?” I countered. “I have more money than I’ll ever spend. It makes me happy to have someone to spend it on. Didn’t we already discuss this?”

  “Yes, but…” Her voice trailed off and she raised her hands in surrender. “Fine. If you want to spoil me, I’m not going to complain.” She reached for the telltale blue shopping bag and opened it with interest. She pulled out the two boxes and slowly opened the first. She looked at me. “I should have known you were watching.”

  “Always.”

  “It’s beautiful.” She slid the bracelet on her wrist and then opened the second box. “And the earrings. What, no matching necklace?”

  I laughed. “I can have it delivered before we leave tomorrow.”

  “I’m kidding.”

  “I’m not.”

  She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Thank you. You’re very sweet and I love the fact that you pay attention and go out of your way to indulge me. I feel very special.”

  “You are special.” I dragged my mouth to hers and pulled her in for a kiss. I’d thought this insane insatiability would wane after a few weeks, or at least a couple of months, but it hadn’t. I wanted her now as much as I’d ever wanted anyone, despite the fact that we’d been making love at least twice a day every day since we’d been here. It wasn’t enough, for whatever reason, and I was okay with that. Apparently, she was too, because she was already shimmying out of her jeans and toeing off her boots.

  “Get undressed,” she whispered, pulling away.

  “Where are you going?” I demanded as she moved out of the room.

  “Get undressed,” she reiterated as she disappeared. “And stay in the living room.”

  32

  Lennox

  It was weird having a living room in a hotel room but we had one, so I hurried into the bathroom and shed the rest of my clothes. I dug around in my toiletry bag and found a clip that I could use to fashion a loose, messy bun that would accentuate my gorgeous new earrings. Then I dug out the pink heels and slipped them on. I was going to take our lovemaking to the next level tonight and I hoped it would be significant to him, the way this whole trip had been to me.

  I hadn’t known what to expect from him in an environment that was one hundred percent enjoyment. He was usually a little gruff around the edges, alternating between tender and awkward when it came to romance, but he’d upped his game on this trip and I realized his awkwardness mostly came from a place of restraint. He worried about his heart, his duties, his image, and who knew what else, so he tried to walk a line that would allow him to do it all, and it wasn’t always possible. But now that we were alone, I’d seen the man beneath the facade and I was hopelessly in love with him.

  I didn’t care about his money, his title, or the royal blood running through his veins, but he made me feel like a princess, and that had nothing to do with the monarchy. His touch, the thoughtful things he did without even trying, all made me a little giddy with pleasure. I’d tried so hard not to let myself feel the way I was feeling, but how could I not? What woman could resist this gorgeous, kind, considerate man?

  I stepped out of the bathroom and slowly walked into the living room. Sandor was naked, just as I’d asked, stroking that glorious cock of his as he wa
ited for me. When he saw me, his eyes narrowed a little and he smiled.

  “Will you turn around for me?” he asked in a throaty whisper. “Just so I can appreciate the 360 view?”

  “Of course.” I did a little turn, giving him a view of my ass, before turning back to him. “I have a surprise for you, handsome.”

  “Yeah?” He continued stroking his already hard cock and my mouth watered a little.

  I strolled over to him, moving my hips from side to side as I walked. When I got to him, I pushed him back onto the couch and crawled over him, straddling his lap. “I’m going to make part of your fantasy come true,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him. I took the lead, sliding my tongue between his lips and curling it with his. I was in no hurry, basking in the look in his eyes as he’d watched me walk across the room. No one had ever made me feel like he did, and I wanted to give him something no one else ever had.

  His hands were all over me, touching and stroking and bringing me more pleasure than anyone had a right to. It was always like this, but it never got old. I settled on his lap, his erection pressed between us, mouths fused together like two people starved for each other. Each stroke of his tongue seemed to move straight between my legs and I feared I was embarrassingly wet. The more we kissed, the more I needed him, and I slowly raised my hips, reaching between us to grip his cock.

  “I can’t give you your whole fantasy, because of the implant and because that’s not a conversation we’re ready to have, but I can give you part of it.” I paused, my eyes trained on his as I waited for his consent. Neither of us had ever had unprotected sex before, so I would make sure he was in, but I hoped he trusted me enough to do this for him. For both of us.

  He didn’t say a word, merely pulled my head back to his, kissing me again as he thrust up in my hand. I guided him to my entrance and moved my hand away, letting gravity take over as I slowly, almost painfully, slid down. He entered me a fraction of an inch at a time, and I had to pull away from his mouth long enough to watch his face. Those incredible blue eyes were trained on me, filled with passion and lust and…something I didn’t quite recognize. Whatever it was, it was breathtaking, and he brought his hands up to frame my face.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

  I finally sank down all the way, letting him fill me to the hilt, our bodies joined as closely as humanly possible.

  “This is better than anything I ever imagined,” he said, sliding his hands down my back and letting them rest on my hips. “So wet…so tight… Jesus, I had no idea it would feel like this.”

  “Me either.” It wasn’t that different for me, especially not with today’s thin condoms, but the emotion-charged air between us changed everything. He was moving slowly, taking his time, and I gave him an inviting smile. “Do it the way you fantasized about. Take me. Fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck someone—so hard I’ll still feel it next week.”

  “Fuck yeah.” He stood up, still holding me, without even pulling out. He carried me to the dining room table and lowered me to the ground, turning me away from him. He gently pushed my chest down onto the table and positioned himself behind me. Without a word, he thrust back in, so hard and deep I gasped. He stopped, one hand on my back. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine. You just surprised me. Do it. All of it. Whatever you want.”

  He thrust in again and used one of his feet to move my legs further apart. He gripped my hips and started to pound into me. I’d never experienced anything like it. It bordered on painful, but every time it started to hurt, that magnificent cock of his hit the place deep inside of me that made my knees get weak. Everything became a collage of passion, pain and pleasure, like nothing I’d done before.

  “Can I spank you?” He slowed down long enough to whisper in my ear, waiting for my response.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes!”

  His hand came down on one of my ass cheeks and the sting was followed by the warm caress of his hand.

  “I’m going to do it harder,” he said softly. “Just tell me when it’s too much.”

  “It won’t be too much.” I already knew that. Nothing was too much with this man. He could have all of me. Everything. There was no limit to what I’d give him.

  The next blow was definitely harder, but he’d grabbed my hair too, so the stinging in my scalp rivaled that of my ass, and another thrust against my G-spot had me all kinds of confused. My body shook with the ferocity of his lovemaking, the carnal way he was ravishing me, the sheer roughness of it all. But I loved it. I never dreamed I’d enjoy this kind of savageness in the bedroom, or maybe it was just the man, but it was incredible.

  “God, yes, please, harder…” I was gasping, panting, straining for something, I just didn’t know what.

  The next smack made me cry out and Sandor froze, much to my chagrin.

  “I’m fine,” I hissed. “Don’t stop! I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

  “Jesus fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He continued his passionate assault, alternately smacking my ass, pulling my hair and fucking me within an inch of my life. I didn’t know what this was, but my first orgasm caught me by surprise and I was shocked when he didn’t join me.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

  “Nothing. I’m just not ready for this to end.”

  “Oh my god.”

  With my hair wrapped in his fist, that monster-sized cock practically splitting me in half, and the occasional slaps to my ass, everything morphed into a haze of gritty pleasure and erotic stimuli.

  “Can you come again for me?” he whispered, his touch gentling against my hair as he lifted my torso and pressed his front to my back. He had one arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place, and his fingers traveled down to the sweet spot between my legs. I looked up to see our reflection in the big decorative mirror and moaned at how sexy this was.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s what it looks like when I fuck you.” He held me tighter, working his magic against my clit as he continued to pump in and out of me relentlessly.

  “Please, harder…” I needed more of the savageness, the wildness that was so new to me.

  “I knew you’d like it rough,” he breathed. He punched into me again, hard and fast, until the world slid away and there was nothing but my orgasm, crashing over and over and over. My breath left me in a rush, my vision blurred, and the scream that escaped me was animalistic. I shook and writhed and exploded around him, but when he came, I felt every pulse, every jerk of his cock, and when his semen ran back out of me, dripping down my thigh, I nearly came again.

  This was next-level sex and it was a good thing he was holding me, because I would have collapsed if he hadn’t been.

  We stood that way for a few minutes, our eyes finally locking in the mirror, and I whimpered. Now that it was over, I was sore, my ass was on fire and I was pretty sure I’d still feel it next week.

  He pulled out slowly and then scooped me up in his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. I collapsed against his chest, closing my eyes and letting him hold me.

  “Let me run a bath,” he said softly. “You’re going to be sore, so it’ll feel good.”

  As always, he read me like a damn book.

  “Oh, not yet,” I cried, clinging to him.

  “Easy, baby. I’m right here.” He kissed the side of my face, my neck, the soft spot behind my ear.

  “Was it what you wanted?” I finally asked, coming out of my passion-filled coma. “I mean, the fantasy?”

  “Baby, this was so far beyond my fantasies, I can’t even express how good it was.” He set me down and turned me to face him. “You sure you’re okay? I went at you like…a fucking animal. I’m almost embarrassed. Please say I didn’t hurt you.”

  “Embarrassed?” I shook my head. “Babe. I came twice, and the second time, I came so hard I might have blacked out for a few seconds. That was awesome. And no, you didn’t hurt me. Althoug
h I had no idea I liked it so…rough.”

  “I had a feeling, but I wasn’t sure and you were clear about the spanking thing early on.”

  “But you also asked me if I’d let you find out what I liked, and I said I would.”

  “Uh-huh.” He reached over and turned on the water to fill the bathtub.

  “I don’t think I can take it this hard every time,” I said. “So maybe every couple of times?”

  “I think going at it this hard is for special occasions.” He glanced down at my ass. “I also don’t like smacking you so hard. You’re really red and I don’t know what I’ll do if it bruises.”

  “I’m fine,” I said firmly. “You made fantasies I didn’t even know I had come true on this trip, so I wanted to do this for you tonight. It can be special-occasion sex, for sure. But even if it bruises, we’ll just know to go a little lighter next time. I’m not upset.”

  He pressed his lips to mine, as tenderly and sweetly as he ever had, and I sighed a little.

  “I think I love you.”

  “I think I love you.”

  We spoke in unison and then neither of us moved, our eyes locked as I stood up a little straighter.

  “You do?”

  “You do?”

  We did it again and this time burst out laughing.

  “I guess that’s that,” he chuckled, pulling me close. “No need to say much else.”

  “No, I guess not.”

  We smiled at each other and he gave me a little nudge toward the bath. “Go on. Get in.”

  “You too. I know it’s small for you, but I need you touching me. I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe if you stop.”

  “Thank god you said that,” he whispered. “Because I was thinking the same damn thing.”

  33

  Sandor

  We left the next morning—after the matching rose gold necklace arrived from Tiffany & Co.—making Lennox simultaneously laugh and get a little teary.